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What is going on with David Beckham’s beard? As my Mum would say: it’s not on. Since he first broke through into the Manchester United first team I’ve followed his story with interest – and a beard was never part of the script, surely?

I was there when he scored his wonder goal against Wimbledon in 1996. Bizarrely I’d been sitting next to the late football commentary legend Brian Moore. With United winning 2-0 and the clock running down, he decided to leave, saying: “If anything changes now it will have to be a hell of an ending.” He missed one of the modern game’s greatest goals by minutes.

But he won’t have missed the hype that built up around the United midfielder in the wake of that goal. Neither did I. I worked for Shoot magazine at the time and was sent to several Beckham press conferences – including a toe-curling launch for his ‘Brylcreem Boy’ status – before I got my first exclusive one-to-one interview with him, which took place a few weeks before the 1998 World Cup kicked-off.

We spoke for nearly an hour in some Alan Partridge-style travel tavern. It was a few days after Manchester United had surrendered the Premiership crown to Arsenal, and I managed to only crow about that once. He actually seemed quite weighed-down by that disappointment and didn’t come across as a man about to take the biggest tournament in football by the scruff of the neck. Thanks to Glenn Hoddle’s eccentric management style and an infamous red card against Argentina, he never really got the chance to do so.

The next one-to-one interview I did with Beckham was in Madrid a few weeks before the 2006 World Cup. This one was for the cover of the Big Issue magazine and it had taken months of persuasion from me to convince Beckham’s people to agree to it. Here was a different Beckham altogether to the last time. He was relaxed, lively – rather jolly in fact. We had a laugh about the hairstyles of some of his former Manchester United team-mates – including Rio Ferdinand’s afro – and about the huge sunglasses he was wearing as he arrived for the interview. You know, the usual banter-in-the-Madrid-sunshine-with-David-Beckham-type-stuff.

There’s more to tell about my run-ins with David Beckham, including the story behind fact four here. But that’s for another day, and possibly another outlet.

As he nears the end of his playing career, he has started acting a little strangely. First when he shouted abuse back at the LA Galaxy fans, and now this beard. He is said to be a shoe-in for next summer’s World Cup squad and is on his way back to AC Milan. Could this national treasure be about to write one more dramatic twist into his legendary story? In the meantime, the man who endorsed Gillette razors really ought to follow his own advice and use one.

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gccMy latest football book is published by Hamlyn tomorrow. Gunners Lists is an official Arsenal FC book with a simple format: 250 ‘Top 10′ lists of facts about the best Club in the world. The lists include: top 10 appearance-makers; 10 memorable penalties; 10 highest victories over Spurs; 10 lookalikes; 10 most common initials for players’ surnames; 10 memorable commentary lines; 10 curly-haired Gunners; 10 Arsenal animals; 10 unusual injuries; 10 disastrous debuts; 10 cup replay sagas and so on…

The format might be straightforward but the research was a big job. I’d like to thank the many, many people who helped me along the way, including some regular readers of this blog. Thanks in particular to Jonathan Sacerdoti for always listening and for laughing at my out-of-office messages! I am grateful to the book’s guest contributors. I roped in a collection of Arsenal legends and fans to pen their own lists. Dennis Bergkamp writes about his 10 favourite matches, Steve Bould names his 10 favourite defenders and Bob Wilson recalls 10 memories on the way to the 1971 double.

There are also ‘guest lists’ written by Kenny Sansom, Hardeep Singh Kohli, Robert Peston, Chris Hollins, Paul ‘Dennis Pennis’ Kaye Shovell from M People, Tom Watt and the sublime Henry Winter. I was particularly pleased to have Henry involved, as he’s been an inspiration to me since 1994, when he went out of his way to compliment a fanzine article I had written about George Graham selling Anders Limpar. That meant a lot and he’s been of great help and encouragement ever since.

As I say, the book is published tomorrow. My Simon Cowell biography promotional duties resume then, too. I’ll also be talking about Gunners Lists on a few radio stations next week. It’s all such fun.

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This is a guest post by Ashley Perry.

Once again the Israeli national football team has failed to qualify for a major tournament. Losing one-nil to Latvia at home all but ended mathematically Israel’s chances of going to South Africa for the World Cup next year.

Israel has only ever qualified for a major tournament once in its history. In 1970, the Israeli team qualified for the 1970 World Cup in Mexico, drawing two games, losing one and scoring one solitary goal.

Qualification for next year’s World Cup couldn’t have been easier, and in the immortal words of the England 1982 World Cup qualification song “This time more than any other time”, Israel was drawn in a group including Latvia, Greece, Switzerland, Luxembourg and Moldova, national team coach Dror Kashtan described it as a “golden opportunity”.

However, the fact that there was no “big team” in the group made no difference. Israel were appalling and struggled against the so-called lesser teams. So why don’t Israel qualify for major tournaments? Are the players so inept?

I would say that individually Israeli players are at least as skillful as say the Greeks and Turks, who regularly qualify (and win in the case of Greece) major tournaments. The problem is the overall mentality of Israeli football in general.

A few years back they compared the training regimen of two Israelis, Tal Ben Chaim (then of Bolton in the UK Premier League) and David Revivo (playing for Ashdod in the Israeli top division). They showed Ben-Chaim rose early get to the Bolton training ground and immediately spent an hour or so on the weights machines. Then he and his team-mates did a series of hard sprinting and muscle tone exercises on the field. Only after another series of exercises did they even see a ball and that was to engage in a hard-fought training session.

Revivo on the other hand turned up at Ashdod’s training ground at what seemed to be mid-morning, proceeded to sit and shmooze with everyone from the groundsman to the fans. He made himself a coffee and put on Tephillin. One by one other players arrived and all that remained was for a gentle kick-about between some of the team-mates and then they parted ways.

This sums up everything. According to fitness experts, Israeli footballers can’t maintain a satisfactory level of fitness beyond 70 minutes. It showed yesterday that when the Latvians scored in the 59th minute, Israel’s reaction was to muster barely a whimper and not fight like crazy to hold onto the last hope of qualification to what should be every footballers’ dream.

With that I move onto the mentality. The only players who have ever made it abroad have been the hard-working players like Benayoun, Ben-Chaim and Berkovic. Many gifted players have tried to play in higher leagues but without the mentality they failed miserably. A case in point was Itzik Zohar’s brief sojourn at Crystal Palace a few years ago. Palace’s manager sent Zohar home after a few months because of his lack of discipline and attitude, even though Palace manager claimed that Zohar was one of the most technically gifted players he ever signed. Just to show you how bad an impact Zohar made on the club, he was listed as one of the top 10 worst ever signings by Palace supporters.

The amount of players who had actually signed for European clubs and were moved on within half a year is amazing. Barack Yitzhaki was only one of the latest to do so when he left Belgium side Genk after only a few months, even though he did quite well on the field.

Many Israeli players are too content to be big fish in a small pond rather than have to work hard to make a modest size reputation. This of course has not stopped many Israeli players who show two good touches from claiming that they are ready for Spain or England.

Finally, and to mind most importantly, is the tactics. Israeli managers with few exceptions don’t seem to have a singular view on tactics and how to build a team. There are about the same amount of recognised managers as there are teams in the top division, so if a manager is sacked from one club he only has to wait a short amount of time until he is picked up by another. You can see that almost every manager who has been around for a while has managed over half of the team in the top division and some like Guy Luzon has achieved that in only a couple of years. The fact that he is the nephew of the IFA Chairman is lost on few.

This means that there are no fresh ideas and really no reason for managers to step up their level. The same tired tactics, or lack of, that relegated one team will be used on the next club. This is not helped by the fans and media who contribute to this merry-g-round. As soon as a manager is sacked, the same tired names appear in the media and sometimes (as in the case of Betar Jerusalem ) the fans will be calling only for the names of the three most recent managers to take over even after they each failed in the recent seasons an were driven out by the supporters’ boos.

The odd foreign manager brought in is no better as they are usually chosen for their name as a player even when they have failed miserably and consistently as a manger. Ossie Ardiles and Lothar Mattheus two famous examples.

Israeli football needs fresh faces, fresh ideas and tougher training. It needs a proper overhaul from top to bottom. Something similar to the transformation of Turkey and Greece from the whipping boys of Europe (I still remember England thrashing Turkey 8-0 with a Luther Blissett hat-trick) to top-level teams fighting for honours.

I think change has to start at the top and the parochial attitude must be changed. People like Avi Luzon, Chairman of the IFA, must be replaced with someone who is forward thinking and can build a totally new infrastructure. But change also has to come from the grassroots. I watch young Israeli kids who are taught and lauded for irrelevant step-overs and not a word will be said when they don’t even cover back or move five inches from an area of grass the whole game.

Only with these massive changes can Israeli football reach the level it is capable of attaining. It won’t happen tomorrow, but it can happen, Israel has the talent.

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I’m ridiculously excited by the growing possibility of Patrick Vieira returning to Arsenal. He was an absolute legend during his stay at the Club. My favourite memories of him on the pitch include his goals at home to Manchester United and Newcastle United in his first season (I was there for both goals). More generally, him and Emmanuel Petit’s customary high-five just before kick-off always got my adrenalin pumping – and who can forget the breathtaking sight of him galloping impressively upfield year after year like an imperious thoroughbred?

I also encountered Vieira off the pitch quite a few times. The first time was at Lee Dixon’s testimonial golf day (I know!) during which him and Petit were great value. I chatted with him a few times during my then-regular visits to the Arsenal training centre in my capacity as Dennis Bergkamp’s official online biographer. Vieira would sometimes come and join Dennis and me as we went about our website business, and always showed a devilish sense of humour. Those two could be a great comedy double-act.

In autumn 2000, I wrote this cover feature on Vieira for Four Four Two magazine, predicting he would become the next Arsenal captain. Naturally, I was proved right. I also recall doing an in-depth interview with Neil Ruddock a month or so after Vieira had spat at him at Upton Park. I asked Ruddock about the incident. If it had genuinely upset him he did a good job of pretending he found the entire controversy rather amusing.

I make no bones about it – I’d love Vieira to return. The last time a player came back for a second Arsenal career was Martin Keown in the mid-1990s and that worked out very well. True, this is a different situation in many ways but I’m all for a second helping of Vieira. It’s true that, under Wenger, Arsenal have tended to sign unheard of players who he turns into stars. But he is also the master of taking established stars who have lost their way and putting them firmly back on track. Just ask Marc Overmars and Thierry Henry about it.

Come on Arsenal, make it happen with Vieira.

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It’s been a tough season for us Arsenal fans, but for me it has ended gloriously thanks to the demise of Newcastle United. There are few more deluded folk in the world than the Toon Army, with their endless “We’re a bit special, like” spiel. In reality, there is nothing special at all about this serially-failing club nor its supporters, who in my experience are the most bigoted and racist ones about.

It was the “we’re special, like” delusion of the Geordie faithful that robbed them of their chance of building a trophy-challenging squad. Sam Allardyce was a rarity in modern times – a sensible managerial appointment by Newcastle United, a man clearly destined to build a talented squad at St James Park that could one day challenge for silverware. However, fuelled by their endless delusion of grandeur, the supporters quickly hounded him out.

Since when there has been a farcical succession of men at the helm including the return of the out-of-touch Kevin Keegan (‘Way, aye, he’s the Messiah! Keeeegan! Keeegan!’) and the peculiar, disastrous appointment of Joe Kinnear. Then came Alan Shearer (‘Way, aye, he’s the Messiah! Sheila! Sheila!’), who was given just eight games to prevent relegation. Surprise surprise, he was hopeless and won only one of those eight ties. Down they go, much to the chagrin of their “special” fans.

The managerial ins and outs at St James Park are always entertaining, not least because of the way that thousands of fans miraculously appear at the stadium whenever a club-related news story breaks. “It shows how passionate we are,” they argue. No, it shows how unemployed you are.

Farewell, enjoy your sickly sausage rolls you “special” people. I am sure Sam Allardyce is enjoying looking forward to the future at Blackburn Rovers of the Premiership.

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arsecovToday is all about Arsenal for me. I am putting the finishing touches to this ‘lists’ book that I’ve been writing for the past couple of months. It’s been a tricky book to compile and the end result is brilliant.

It includes sections written by former Arsenal legends like Dennis Bergkamp, Bob Wilson and Steve Bould. I’ve also roped in famous fans including comedian/writers Paul Kaye and Hardeep Singh Kohli, M People’s Shovell and BBC presenters Chris Hollins and Robert Peston. Each has contributed a great list of their own. I’m also pleased to say that Henry Winter of the Daily Telegraph has contributed a list. I’ve known him for a long time and he’s not just a magnificent writer but also a jolly good bloke!

I just have a few sections to tweak and then I can settle down and watch us – hopefully – beat Chelsea in the FA Cup semi-final.

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I’ve been chatting with the comic genius Paul Kaye recently, as he has penned a section of a new book I am writing about Arsenal FC. It’s a very witty contribution, as you can imagine. I’m grateful for it.

On a separate note, did you know that Paul’s mother-in-law was killed on an Israeli kibbutz by a Hamas rocket? He has written very movingly about the aftermath of her death, including how he broke the news to his son and how the family then learned that Palestinians were celebrating her death.

I don’t agree with all Paul’s conclusions about the conflict, but I wish that other celebrities – the ghastly Alexei Sayle springs to mind – were as honest and soul-searching as him. Paul’s article is well worth a read.

Meanwhile, the air raid sirens are sounding in Israel again this morning as another rocket is fired from Gaza.

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Words seem strangely impotent.
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Sky Sports, you astound me. After drawing Hibernian’s name during Sunday’s draw for the Scottish Cup, their football reporter David Tanner told viewers: “The last time Hibernian won the Scottish Cup was in 1902 – the same year Adolf Hitler turned 13.” Yes, you read that right.

I shudder to think why Tanner is so enthusiastic about Hitler’s life. Nor can I fathom why he thought his audience wanted him to share random stats from his unpleasant obsession. I normally don’t like it when people call for broadcasters’ heads, but I am amazed that Sky Sports have let Tanner keep his job.

Particularly since they were so quick to replace Clare Tomlinson last season when a guest swore during her live Goals On Sunday show. What hypocrisy! Clare is a wonderful talent and a brilliant woman. She’s worth a billion of the boorish men who park their fat, regretful backsides in football studios. More pertinently, her ‘offence’ was insignificant compared to David Tanner’s horrific remark.

So perhaps Sky Sports will reconsider Tanner’s position? Meanwhile, I understand Setanta Sports offer an increasingly good package.

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I am beyond chuffed for him!

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There is a great profile of Tottenham’s David Bentley in today’s Independent. Bentley has been widely criticised for being arrogant, and his ‘I feel like Superman’ statement after the recent North London derby did nothing to take the heat off him. But as Steve Tongue says in the article there are precious few characters left in the Premiership and we need more, not less, David Bentleys.

When I was editor of icons.com, I got to know Bentley very well, as we ran his official website. He was 17 at the time, and I had no doubt at all that he’d become a big-name player, and a controversial one at that. So bursting with confidence and ambition was he that being in his presence could be amusing, exhausting and inspiring all at once.

As his profile has risen, many have interpreted his confidence and ambition as arrogance. Me? I think he’s an absolute superstar and I wish him – though not his team – the very best. I’ve long thought that there’s something peculiarly and brilliantly American about David Bentley. All his ambition, enthusiasm and showing-off would be cheered to the hilt in the States.

Here in envious England, most people are less keen on all that and prefer to boo him than cheer him. I’d be amazed if Bentley loses a moment’s sleep about that. Good luck to him.

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I enjoyed Roy Keane’s outburst in the press today about television pundits. He’s got a point, of course. Ever since I read his excellent book, I’ve always seen him as the Travis Bickle of football.

I did an in-depth interview with Keane many years ago (many years ago, that’s me in the picture believe it or not!) I arrived a bit scared of him, yet it turned into one of the best interviews I’ve ever done.

He was actually rather sweet and very honest. So honest that the kids’ football magazine I was interviewing him for couldn’t publish half the quotes and I had to sell them elsewhere.

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Yesterday saw the kick-off of the new Premiership season and the start of the new series of The X Factor. The highlight of the latter was, naturally, the brilliant Cheryl Cole. However, the audition of these two Welsh lads and their bizarre version of Mysterious Girl will linger long in the memory.


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