yesterday's man
from When Saturday Comes issue 197 (July 2003)
Graham Taylor's hasty departure from Aston Villa has in all likelihood ended a managerial career spanning four decades. To many, that career will live in a sort of infamy, largely due to the shortcomings he exhibited as England manager a decade ago which resulted in the team's failure to qualify for USA 94. But to others, his greatest blunder came not with the national teams he selected, the tactics he deployed, or even the results he failed to deliver, but in allowing himself to become the subject of that fly-on-the-wall television documentary for, as it turned out, the benefit of a bitter and recriminatory audience. Within a worryingly short time, “Do I not like that” became a catchphrase for ineptitude, the TV programme an inadvertent testimonial for the Peter Principle of a man rising to the level of his own incompetence.
This wasn't the man Aston Villa fans recognised from only a few seasons earlier, the man who inherited a club in free-fall and took them to the brink of the league championship in three years with players such as Kent Nielsen and Tony Cascarino. At Villa there had been Only One Graham Taylor; now he was Taylor the Turnip, capping Geoff Thomas, benching Gary Lineker and conceding a goal to San Marino before the national anthem had finished. Lacking the oleaginous glibness of a Venables or the inscrutability of an Eriksson, he, like Hoddle, Keegan — and, lest we forget, Bobby Robson, since lifed to icon status — was pilloried, his pedigree swept away by the ever-ravenous British press.
Of course, it's not how you get knocked down, it's how you get up again. Resuscitated at struggling Wolves, he took them to within a whisker of the Premiership. Four managers would follow; none of them could do better. Returning to Watford, tail between legs, Taylor seemed unlikely to deliver anything more than a season or two of mediocrity and a retirement speech. Instead, he took the club into the Premiership. Good grief, who else could have managed it?
The electric-chair that passes for the manager's seat at Villa Park seemed comfortable enough for Taylor at first, but big-league football eventually played him offside. Premiership management was less about pumping up players for a game and increasingly about convincing boards to write off expensive contracts and cough up ludicrous amounts of money for squad fillers. Instead of galvanising the young aspirants from Hereford and Barnsley, there was now an international cadre of disillusioned millionaires to contend with, most of them coasting, wanting out, or both.
The diplomatic yet incisive parting shots Taylor fired at the Board on his last day rung true to many. Having dismissed ten managers since their European Cup triumph of 1981-82, and with only two League Cups to show for it, only Doug Ellis's staunchest allies can claim the Villa ship sails on an even keel. Whether David O'Leary, fresh from a £100m spending spree at Elland Road, enters this lions' den with both eyes open is moot; Villa fans would do well to remember how quickly £100m of talent can shape itself into a noose.
Proponents of regime change, seeking the root-and-branch reform they so resolutely believe will catapult Villa into Champions League heaven, argue Taylor was forced to work with one hand tied behind his back. Perhaps he was; if so, he should have been in his element. With the playing stock of an entire nation at his disposal, and no balance sheets to weigh him down, he failed. With limid playing squads, kibbitzing boards, limited budgets and contract negotiations to contend with, he succeeded. Time and time again. We will probably never see another club rise to runners-up in the top flight from runners-up a division down in just two seasons as Villa did under Taylor 13 seasons ago. We will also probably never see an England manager picked largely on the strength of two such seasons.
Claret-and-blue fans still rhapsodise over their 1990 team, as superb an example as you'll find of a whole being greater than the sum of its parts. But today's top flight has little room for men whose talents lie in taking ordinary players to extraordinary heights. Taylor's final season at Villa was an embarrassment, his team lethargic, his selections often baffling. Arriving at Villa Park in May 2001 as non-executive board member, he claimed to be “yesterday's man.” How right he proved himself to be. And how sad, too.
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