But then again I was not offered a choice, A bit like a referendum on the Europe issue. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Football Association showed off its prize. âItâs not in bad condition; actually, itâs pretty good. Itâs not got too much body damage,â said the man in charge. That was the FA Cup. Then it polished up Roy Hodgson for his unveiling. Welcome to English footballâs world of instant savings. There was no translator whispering in the new managerâs ears as a distinctly home-grown national team leader watched all the old ghosts walk into the press conference room. The first four questions â all legitimate â were the tight timescale for the European Championships 2012 (less than six weeks), the John Terry-Rio Ferdinand problem, the captaincy and Wayne Rooney's absence for the first two group games in Poland and Ukraine. All these phantoms had been hanging about the building since Fabio Capello walked out. It was too soon for Hodgson to play the exorcist. He knew of the FAâs interest only on âSunday lunchtimeâ when the West Brom chairman called him and said England would like a word. Wembley was being decked out for Saturdayâs FA Cup final as Hodgson, 64, faced his first inquisition. As ever, the lavish scale of English footballâs £757  million mansion was apparent. Even ESPNâs âfurry mascotâ has his own dressing room. Liverpool, the blot on Hodgsonâs landscape, will be in town on Saturday in pursuit of a cup double. But who would you rather be: Kenny Dalglish, in a house of intrigue, or Hodgson â the FAâs only candidate from a month ago? West Bromâs manager could not answer one of the publicâs most pressing questions: why is he not Harry Redknapp? To solve that mystery you would need to ask both sets of parents. Now that Englandâs first manager with previous international experience has established who he is not, he will have to lay out who he is, to a group of players who expected to hear Redknappâs more staccato sentences next time they lowered themselves on to Englandâs bed of nails. The revelation that no previous appointee had managed an international side stunned the room. It seemed obvious, in retrospect, that England managers are âpromotedâ from club football, or poached at vast expense from abroad. Over the past 15 years alone we have greeted emotional cavaliers (Kevin Keegan), Euro-cratic opportunists (Sven-Goran Eriksson), compromise candidates (Steve McClaren) and martinets (Capello). None has crossed the Rubicon of the quarter-final stage. The FA chairman, David Bernstein, seemed rather pleased with a âprocessâ that settled upon a coach who âcould walk into any training ground across the world and command respectâ â a manager who took Fulham to seventh in the Premier League and a Europa Cup final and has âbeen on most of the [Uefa] technical committees during tournamentsâ. Each time Hodgsonâs good record was buffed there was a commensurate downgrading of Redknappâs suitability. RH has managed three international sides and coached Inter Milan. HR has never managed outside the Home Counties. Establishing contrast between the two contenders was probably not the FAâs explicit purpose but it came across that way. All on the headhunting panel know they spurned the âpeopleâs choiceâ. The FA literature was instructive: âHaving taken Switzerland to the FIFA World Cup in 1994 - their first finals competition for 28 years - Hodgson also achieved a Fifa ranking of third in the world as well as successfully qualifying the team for Euro 96. His former clubs include Inter Milan, Blackburn Rovers, Grasshoppers, FC Copenhagen, Fulham and Liverpool. âHe has also managed in Norway and Sweden. In addition, he has been a regular member of Fifa and Uefaâs technical study groups at tournaments. âAlong with his vast experience of international and European football, Hodgson is the only English manager currently working in the top flight to have won the League Managersâ Association manager of the year award. âThe new manager will take charge of England at Wembley for the first time, when the Three Lions take on Belgium on Saturday, June 2, at Wembley Stadium (kick-off 5.15pm). Tickets are available.â Not a bad advert. And out there in the shires there was a steady softening of the reflexive hostility that greeted the news of his appointment. There was a more mature appreciation of his talents. In any other major European country he would be hired without fuss, as a technocrat, with 36 yearsâ experience. In England a more heady brew of yearnings surrounds the process of finding a winning team. Hodgson mentioned 1966 a couple of times. It was part call to arms and perhaps part reminder that England remain the sick men of Europe. They continue to be bogged down in questions about armbands and personalities. Scrutiny is another big burden. Hodgson said: âI took it at Liverpool and Iâll take it here. Inter, I would submit, wasnât exactly too easy.â Several factors work in his favour: unanimity among the headhunters, the ease with which West Brom let him go and his knowledge of tournament football, which has come as a shock to most of the previous incumbents. The one surprise is that Hodgson will be less of a national father figure than the FA would have liked, concentrating his energies instead on the first XI, as Redknapp would have. Apartheid, under whose shadow he played in the 1970s, was efficiently denounced as âan evil regimeâ. Hodgson has read enough Philip Roth to know about the contortions of the public sphere. That could be his first squad lecture. Or, maybe not.
I never gave a **** who got it tbh. See myself as British not English. Served in the British forces. Have a British passport. (well I used to but aint paying 90 quid to renew) Bow down only to the Union Flag. Gave up caring about the England sqaud years ago.
Think he's a good choice. Used to think of myself ad British but having lived in Jockland for so long with all the Anti English feeling now class myself as English and English alone I'm a belligerent bugger me.
worked loads over the years at Dyce airport, Prestwick and Glasgow, never got anything but good news from the folk. the porridge gobblers are cool in my book. Love em.