This week I
saw a photo of the 1980/81 squad. Although my first ever Oxford game was five
years earlier, the 1980 squad is the first I consciously remember. In the
picture were Malcolm Shotton, Gary Briggs, Kevin Brock and Andy Thomas who in
six short years would be part of our greatest ever triumph.
It was a
reminder that our success wasn’t just about Robert Maxwell’s money or Jim Smith’s
genius. Among those unassuming legends-in-waiting were also some of my early
heroes; Roy Burton, whose shorts fell down when he took a goal kick, John
Doyle, who enthralled me with his ability to reach the half way line his
clearances and Joe Cooke, who I remember being impressed by because he was
black. I was very young at the time.
On Saturday
we headed for MK Dons, a club who are younger than Facebook and who didn’t
exist when we last lost to Swindon. Oxford fans, like many fans, sneered at the
Stadium MK experience. But this was really just retro-fitting their experience
to match their pre-conceived prejudices.
In fact,
the stewards were friendly, the traffic was well managed, the stadium
facilities are top class; it is a very nice place to watch football. One person
said that it was a great stadium, but not for football. So what was it great
for? Powerboating? It might be a templated modern stadium bowl, but people who
think football should only be played in a Victorian goliath are the same people
who think our modern rail system should be steam powered.
I don’t
like MK Dons’ history any more than anyone else, no club should be able to buy
its way into the Football League. But they are not the only football club to be
born out of controversy. Take Liverpool; they were formed by the owner of
Anfield after he evicted Everton from his ground and set up his own club, also
called Everton (later renamed Liverpool). Nobody thinks of Liverpool as the ‘real’
Everton in the way that people think that Wimbledon are the rightful owners of
MK Dons’ place in the league. The MK Dons controversy just happened in a time
when people were particularly focussed on protecting the game’s perceived heritage.
Blinded by
the moral issues, people conveniently ignore that when Peter Winkelman took
over the club, Wimbledon were £30m in debt, falling to the bottom of the league
and without a stadium of their own. Merton council were disinterested in
helping save their local club as it plummeted into the abyss. Their fanbase
weren’t that much more interested. Relocating to somewhere with better market
conditions was a logical, if uncomfortable, option.
The Dons
will always carry a stigma, there was a time when people wouldn’t even enter
the ground, and even now When Saturday Comes magazine will not talk about them,
but in the main they are a pantomime villain rather than a moral travesty.
But, it is
difficult to imagine how they will realise whatever vision they have for their
future. When they’re winning games and playing big teams, I imagine that going
regularly to the stadium is an enjoyable experience for locals. But do the
roots go deeply enough into the city to keep the club going when times are
tough?
It seems
not, you don’t get much sense that Dons fans are urging their team to glory
given how few were in the stadium on Saturday. The official attendance was over
12,000, but that would mean the stadium was nearly half full, which seems very
generous. You get no sense of a rich history binding the club together, a sense
of purpose, a real desire to survive and thrive. Probably because there is no
rich history to protect.
Karl
Robinson’s approach to football is as one dimensional as his club. It reminded
me of a good second division side. He maintained a rigid shape which gave
little away and tried to knock the ball beyond our back-four for Agard to chase,
a tactic that never really worked, but which he religiously stuck to
none-the-less.
Of course,
we know George Baldock, and it was telling just how shackled he is in Robinson’s
system. Maybe he was simply pinned back by Marvin Johnson, but there were
opportunities for him to bomb forward like he did for us last season, but
instead he skulked around on the halfway line while another attack broke down.
We went
through periods of not being much better, and looked dead on our feet in the
closing minutes. But, by-and-large, I thought we’re looking increasingly
comfortable at this level and we can start feeling optimistic about the season.
Karl
Robinson laughably claimed his team were the better side, ignoring that his
goalkeeper had won man of the match and only one of the four or five action
replays shown on the big video screens featured a Dons attack. But then, this
is the Karl Robinson who reneged on a season-long loan deal for Baldock before
being apparently aghast when Rob Hall walked out on the club to sign for us. He’s
a funny chap, just like his club.
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