Football mavericks and why they’re often overlooked

FOOTBALL fans tend to love the maverick player, but that’s largely because they entertain and often, they will cock a snook at the authorities. The game’s heroes are invariably not the most skilful of players – hence, cult figures like John Terry, Julian Dicks and Vinnie Jones have elevated positions in the game’s culture. The artful dodger will always command attention rather than quiet and mouse-like Oliver Twist. The mavericks are adored not just because of their talent, they are also figures of anti-establishment and the masses like to identify with them.

That doesn’t always make mavericks popular with managers and club officials. In fact, the wayward, “rock and roll footballer” is seen as a pain in the arse by those that employ him. That doesn’t stop supporters bemoaning the fact their favourite ball-juggling, womanising and gambling bon viveur does not get selected for internationals. The latest “maverick” is supposedly Jack Grealish of Manchester City, but although he’s arguably the nearest thing we have to the good-time player, the modern game just doesn’t allow for characters who just will not comply. While this means clubs don’t have the sort of problem team managers had in the past, it also makes players somewhat less interesting.

That’s why the likes of Zlatan Ibrahimovic remained such a compelling figure in the game. He might not have lived the life of Best, Marsh and Hudson, but he’s an amusing, controversial figure who never fails to entertain. It is probable no modern player could live like George Best and have a long, rewarding career. Those that try would probably find their playing days curtailed by ill-health, niggling injuries and plenty of time warming benches. Given the sums of money involved, why would any club take on an expensive shipwreck in this age of system-orientated football?

As much as we look back with affection on those skilful players of the past that produced brilliance on an occasional basis, it is now very clear why some of them failed to impress national team managers and selectors. What made these players so appealing was the element of surprise. They could, out of nowhere, produce something exceptional. The unexpected was what made them so wonderfully gifted, but it didn’t happen all the time, because if it did, it would not be a surprise. And if they were prevented from shining – “stop Stanley Bowles and you stop QPR” – they could be largely anonymous. They were never consistent enough to be successful all of the time.

Football had to be muscular, essentially masculine and all about 100% commitment. Hence, the ball-playing artist has always been mistrusted.

Consider the annual awards from the Football Writers’ Association and Professional Footballers Association. How often did a maverick player win one of these accolades? The FWA named George Best player of the year in 1968, but mostly, the prizes went to good professionals who inspired their team-mates: Joe Mercer, Billy Wright, Danny Blanchflower, Dave Mackay, Tony Book, Frank McClintock and so on and so forth. It changed a little with awards for Kenny Dalglish, John Barnes and one of the great mavericks of all time, Eric Cantona. He won 45 caps for France but his talent deserved many more. But he was difficult and managers would prefer to avoid the aggravation.

This international exclusion characterises the relationship between the entertainer and the England team. Managers have always liked systems and the concept of the team unit. If you had skilled players within that unit, then it was a bonus, but it had to work. The most successful teams of all time are those that have been settled, maintain a consistent style with every player knowing their role. If there was an exceptional talent, he could add an element of virtuosity and fantasy to that team, but he may do it once every four appearances. The flow of the game might not always allow it, or a burly defender might stymie his guile, underlining that the inability to be brilliant is not just down to the mood of the individual concerned, there are also uncontrollable factors involved.

There’s also the misguided perception that mavericks are arrogant, but really they are still the little kid kicking the ball up against a garden wall and doing keepy-up in the yard. An English player attempts a bit of artistry and maybe tricks the opposition and he’s called arrogant, while a South American does the same and is labelled a genius. English football’s mistrust of the ball-player is founded on the belief sport should be muscular, essentially masculine and all about 100% commitment. It was a philosophy that cost the nation its place at the forefront of football for many years, starting in the 1950s with those humbling defeats at the hands of the USA and Hungary.

England managers never used to trust the flavour of the month player who the press started to champion. Sir Alf Ramsey, for example, never truly warmed to Jimmy Greaves. As brilliant as he was at putting the ball in the back of the net, Greaves was also a little non-conformist, as they found out in Italy when he moved to AC Milan. Despite the many “Greaves for England” banners and chants, Ramsey knew what he was looking for and his system was better suited to players like Geoff Hurst and Roger Hunt.

Ramsey also reluctantly included players like Peter Osgood and Rodney Marsh in his squads, but rarely played them. Osgood, for instance, was never a Ramsey man and although he took him to Mexico in the 1970 World Cup, failed to use him. Osgood was crestfallen after being ignored and this possibly affected his club form in 1970-71. Despite his club form, Ramsey did not relent until almost at the end of his reign as manager when he named Osgood in a game against Italy, just a few weeks after England had been knocked out of the 1974 World Cup.

Osgood’s case is typical of the era in which he played, a time that denied some supremely talented players their chance. However, it is not difficult to have some sympathy with people like Ramsey and his successor Don Revie. In those days, international managers only had limited time with their players and games did not come regularly. For example, in 2021-22, England have played 13 games and over the past five years, there have been 66 internationals. In a similar five-year period from 1967 to 1972, England played 48 games. Furthermore, there were no international breaks and Ramsey might go months without seeing his squad. So, he needed men he could rely on, because there was no intense international programme, a defeat would play on his mind for weeks and weeks. He could not afford to gamble on team selection. It was a simple question – who can I really rely on?

There is a long list of players who might have felt aggrieved at their lack of exposure at international level: Rodney Marsh, Stan Bowles, Frank Worthington, Charlie George and Tony Currie are just four. Marsh didn’t get a look-in until he was 26 but that could be because of his prolonged career at a lower level with Queens Park Rangers, but mostly, they all had reputations that deterred Ramsey and Revie.

It’s also worth looking at the club careers of these players. How many played for title-chasing clubs and how many actually won medals? Only one of the gang won a league championship, a young Charlie George in 1971 with Arsenal. George also won the FA Cup that year and the only other member of that group to win the FA Cup was Peter Osgood in 1970 and 1976. Marsh won the Football League Cup with QPR in 1967. Currie, Worthington and Bowles never won a major honour in the game. Between seven players, less than 50 England caps were won. Lovers of maverick players won’t like to hear it, but club managers rarely trusted them either. It is hard to imagine hard men like Bill Shankly, Don Revie, Bill Nicholson and Dave Sexton really placing total faith in such players.

Which brings us, finally, onto the story of George Best, the ultimate tale of flawed genius. Best’s career has to be divided into two periods: 1964 to 1969; and 1970 to 1973. Best won two league titles and the European Cup in the first and nothing for the rest of his career. His international career saw him win 37 caps for Northern Ireland over 14 seasons, although after 1971, his appearances were rare. His last medal was won at the age of 22, he never played in a domestic cup final and never qualified for the World Cup. He was a maverick, for sure, hence he was a hired gun for many years, turning out for whoever was prepared to pay him. He almost became a George Best tribute act, a pale imitation of the brilliant youngster who made headlines for the right reasons.

Whether it was Best, Osgood, Marsh, George or Worthington, these players lit up the stage, but it was the rarity value that made their antics so captivating to watch. Perhaps this provides some clarity on why some managers might still shy away from the unpredictable?

The myth and legend of Charlie George

He never looked too happy....
He never looked too happy….

We’ve all seen the TV footage. The Messiah of North London, on his back and awaiting adulation from his team-mates who raise him from the dead to celebrate what proved to be the winning goal in the 1971 FA Cup final. Arrogant, triumphant, expectant. Charlie George, the idol of the Highbury North Bank revelling in the finest moment of his career. All too soon.

George, along with pop singer Marc Bolan, was the face of 1971. He should have gone on from that season to have a stellar football career, but he didn’t. It was an unfulfilled talent, a career that stuttered and started, waxed and waned, flew in the face of authority and ultimately ended in heartbreak as a young man, an Arsenal fan from the neighbourhood, left the club he loved.

If there are comparisons, look no further than Chelsea’s Alan Hudson, who also shone brightly in the early 1970s but left under a cloud and never quite scaled the heights that were expected of him. George and Hudson played with a chip on their shoulder and it would consign them to history as “nearly men”.

While Hudson has largely been consigned to history and labelled a difficult child of his time, Gunners’ fans still eulogise about George. But there are some myths about this enigmatic character and his contribution to Arsenal’s history. For a start, he played just 17 games in Arsenal’s Football League title win due to injury. The games he played in the title run-in, along with Arsenal’s FA Cup route to the Wembley FA Cup final, would cement the legend of Charlie George.

He had made a key contribution to Arsenal’s Inter-Cities Fairs Cup win in 1970. His performance against a rising Ajax moved the great Johan Cruyff to sing George’s praises.

George was not yet the straggly-haired rebel that he became and he was singled out as a player to watch in 1970-71. Arsenal started with a 2-2 draw at the reigning champions’ Everton. George scored, but he broke two bones in his foot after colliding with Gordon West, a sizeable obstacle if ever there was one.

While Arsenal were in the top six virtually all season, they were chasing Leeds United for much of the campaign. There were issues between the two clubs, dating back to the Football League Cup final of 1968 – you can easily find the photos of the brawl that took place – and generally, London clubs and Leeds didn’t get on too well during that period.

Arsenal were often criticised for being functional and sterile. It was a little harsh, but Arsenal didn’t have a George Best or a Colin Bell, but they did have George Armstrong and Peter Storey, players who were more about function than form. Thank heavens they had already got rid of Ian Ure! George, and the more experienced George Graham – a far more elegant player than he was a manager – were supposed to provide the flair.

With George sidelined, Arsenal got on with the task of grinding out results and became exponents of the 1-0 win, giving birth to the tag “1-0 to the Arsenal”. They won 10 games by 1-0 and of their 29 league victories, 14 were by a single goal. They scored 71 goals but conceded only 29.

George got Arsenal out of a hole on more than one occasion as they closed in on the championship finale. He also scored vital goals in the FA Cup against Portsmouth and Manchester City. But he was also a target for the boo-boys at opposition clubs. “Get your hair cut, get your hair cut, get your hair cut, Charlie George,” was a familiar song from the stands. It wasn’t just the jealousy that Arsenal had a rare talent, it was also George’s demeanour, his “don’t give a shit” style of celebrating a goal. He was on the North Bank as well as delighting the North Bank.

Straight away, the young player who had provided the fresh impetus that helped Arsenal’s 1971 side earn its place in history was earmarked as one of England’s “must-haves” for the 1974 World Cup. But he didn’t get a look in – and it wasn’t just England’s fortunes that slumped after 1971.

George lost his way in 1971-72 to some extent, despite the arrival of Alan Ball at Highbury for a record fee. Arsenal reached the cup final again, but their league form was too inconsistent to seriously challenge for the title. He should have been one of the stars of the season, but ill-discipline and a growing discontent that he was not earning as much as others at the club started to chip away at his relationship with his beloved Arsenal.

Ball was a huge supporter of George, coming to his aid when a V-sign gesture to Derby fans in February 1972 got him into trouble. “What should be remembered is that this boy is just 20 years old and that a bit of devilment is part and parcel of the game,” he told the media. Ball added that George had learned from his mistakes, but events over the coming years suggested the opposite.

Rumours that George sought to leave Highbury or that he was at odds with the establishment figure of manager Bertie Mee became tedious back page fare over the next two years. With Arsenal in decline, and the double side breaking up, George went into the 1973-74 campaign wracked with uncertainty. He started the campaign well and Brian Clough, then Derby County’s manager, and a long-time admirer, hinted at a £ 300,000 bid for Arsenal’s wayward talent. The early season momentum faded, however, and he was eventually dropped from the first team. By Christmas 1974, he was transfer listed and even considering a move to Tottenham, which for a lifelong Arsenal man, would have been tantamount to heresy.

Eventually, George got his move with Derby – now under Dave Mackay – paying a knock-down price of just £ 100,000 for a player in desperate need of a career boost. At Derby he made the sort of start that brought back memories of 1970-71. If the goal against Liverpool at Wembley will forever be George’s calling card, in the Midlands they will point to his hat-trick against Real Madrid in October 1975. Derby beat the Spanish giants 5-1 in the European Cup second round first leg tie, with George “inspiring and inspired….the most eye-catching performer on the pitch”. George’s memory has played tricks with him because when Robert Lewandowski scored four against Real in 2012-13, he claimed he was the last player to scored four against them. Derby lost the second leg, by the way, but George had an excellent first season at Derby, arguably his best since the spring of 1971. He even got his England cap, playing an hour against the Republic of Ireland, but that ended in acrimony due to a spat with manager Don Revie as he was substituted.

After that, his career was distinctly anti-climatic. Clough finally signed him on loan, for a cameo appearance in Forest colours, but it was brief and in truth, his career had burned out before he was 30.

Should George have won more caps? On the evidence of his overall career, probably not. He had talent, but so did a number of players during that era – Osgood, Marsh, Currie, Bowles, to name but a few – who could play but not necessarily apply. And if you were an international manager with half a dozen games a season to be judged on, wouldn’t you select players you could truly rely on?

George had flair, but it often went missing. He lacked discipline and focus. To most football fans who saw him play, he was a flawed genius, a terrace chant. But to Arsenal fans who watched the climax to the 1970-71 season, he has always remained a legend. Over-rated, perhaps, but it’s good to see he is still around…