Life can be ruff as underdogs, but Palace fans are wolfing it down
Underdogs Palace will never give up, writes Thomas Hughes... While not all of these examples triumphed over their particular adversity, the public find it much easier to warm to a bunch of loveable losers or unexpected heroes than to the extremely talented, predicted victors. Winning just doesn’t seem worth it if it isn’t against all the odds. Look at Manchester City. If I pumped their £300 million into, say, learning to paint, I would expect to be selling rough doodles for the price of a recently unearthed Van Gough within a year. Anything less would be utter failure. The public just don’t care about those who coast along the easy road to success. This underdog mentality is extremely prevalent at Palace. Recent survival struggles and battles with administration have meant we’ve stuck firmly as those plucky underdogs, clinging on to the bitter end. We even let our away form get so shockingly bad that eventually we were bound to buck the trend and come surging back from pre-season relegation favourites to a steady league position or play-off place (touch wood). Admittedly, nobody expected that transformation to begin at Brighton. Our upcoming Carling Cup fixture against Manchester United once again sees us firmly placed as underdogs. There’s little hope for any London team travelling two hundred miles to face Alex Ferguson’s side. It’s a team striving to commemorate his 25th anniversary with the efficiency and style their spoilt fans are used to. Sure, they might play a ‘weakened’ side like they did against Aldershot. But that was a weakened side that included Nemanja Vidic, Dimitar Berbatov, Tom Cleverley, Antonio Valencia, Ji-Sung Park and the 2001 Ballon d’Or winner, Michael Owen. The underdog mentality is a good psychological defence mechanism. Excuses for loss are ready made and prepared, and you can’t be fully disappointed if you never expected to win in the first place. Yet with Palace at the moment there’s a steady sense that we can do it, we can get to the semi-finals simply because we will be underestimated and we can play some great football. We won’t simply roll over and let United stay on track for an irritating additional polishing chore at the back of Ferguson’s trophy cabinet.
Throughout this year’s Carling Cup there has been strong evidence that Palace revel in the outsider role. Possibly the worst 45 minutes of football I have witnessed at Selhurst this season (now sadly eclipsed by the scoreless draw with Portsmouth on last week) was against Crawley Town in the first round. They totally dominated the first half, the team from League 2, scaring the fans behind the goal several times and forcing Lewis Price to prove what a solid number two for Julian Speroni he has become. In the second round we thankfully resumed our underdog placing against Premier League side Wigan - I use the ‘Premier League’ description loosely because Wigan are not looking comfortable in the top flight. The Lancashire club brought about fifteen supporters to the game, and their starting eleven was largely a second-string collection of players. Regardless, Palace easily deserved the win even though ex-Eagle Ben Watson did his best to create a tense conclusion to the match. Palace were handed a revenge showdown against Middlesbrough in the following round, days after they had disrupted the secure Selhurst reputation with a 1-0 league defeat. Completely ignoring possible repercussions from Saturday’s score line, Dougie’s boys had built a two goal lead just after half time on the Tuesday, and then resolutely held on despite Boro closing the gap to one goal almost immediately. A notable detail from the game has to be Calvin Andrew’s inclusion on the score sheet. It’s hard not to see that as an incredibly generous gift for the struggling striker, who must have thanked the lack of a dubious goals panel in the cup. Especially considering his header back across goal was, by my perspective at least, knocked in by a defender. We’ll let big Calv have this one as he did end up in a heap, having crashed over the advertising hoardings for his efforts. The draw against Championship league leaders Southampton in the next round kept the opposition as favourites, and once again Palace triumphed over apparent adversity. Their side was rotated from the team still storming the league (ten changes), but Palace hardly put out a full strength eleven, with Easter, O’Keefe and, again, Price all starting. It was a brilliant victory, scoring two goals without reply, and helping to pile expectations and hopes on both our squad’s younger members (particularly the exceptional Williams) as well as the team’s aspirations this season as a whole. However, the upcoming challenge at Old Trafford is undoubtedly far greater than any in the cup so far. The odds will be against us, and so will the pundits. Common sense says Manchester United should proceed with little fuss, maybe including another big name or two in their line-up to make sure. Maybe a starting eleven that will match the more prestigiously named “quarter finals” than was required in the dull-sounding “fourth round”. No matter who Ferguson picks, what’s for sure is Palace never go down without a fight. Yet even better than being close also-rans, based on performances this far, we will stand as good a chance as anyone of reaching the semis. Palace, perennial underdogs, might just pull off another shock. What do you think? Let us know! Comment below...
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The kids are all right, but what about the old heads?FYP regular Sam Hesketh takes a look at the veterans that are allowing our young guns to shine...
At the back, the duo of Jules and Paddy (pictured) have been excellent all season. Whilst this is merely a continuation of form over the last few years for Speroni, the improvement from last season for our Captain is nothing short of miraculous. I've been a fan of Paddy since he joined, but last year, for whatever reason, he just wasn't playing well. Concentration would be lost, rash tackles would be made and goals would be conceded as a result. This season however, whether alongside Tunchev or Gardner, he looks so much more solid. Strong in the tackle, good with the ball at his feet and showing himself more as a leader, he has chipped in with two goals [the finish against Ipswich was absolute quality] and more importantly has helped sure up the defence that this time last year was an abomination. Another player who has become an integral part of the team is David Wright. Moved into the centre of midfield by Freedman and recently having signed a contract extension keeping him at the club until the end of the 2012/13 season, he has grown into the role over the past ten months or so and has gone from a utility man filling a gap, to a player that is surely one of the first on the team sheet every match day. This season he has improved again so that on top of stopping others getting through and hassling across the middle, his passing has moved beyond simply hoofing the ball up the pitch hoping it'll reach a team mate. He might not be the midfield enforcer that we've had in the past, but he's certainly a massive reason for our good form this season. And up top, Glenn Murray. It was frustrating to see him injured against Peterborough at the start of the season, but when he came back, he looked like the piece of the puzzle we've been missing for quite a while. His finish against Blackpool, darting in at the near post to slip in Moxey's cross was superb and since then, even when he hasn't scored or even hit the woodwork, he's won headers, held the ball up and generally shown himself to have the all-round game we desperately need. Oh, and that goal against Brighton [you know, the match we won 3-1 down at their place?] was a touch of quality too wasn't it? So yes, our youth team graduates are brilliant, absolutely no denying that. But the old heads around them have been priceless this season and will no doubt continue to aid the development of the kids as well as propelling the team to good performances and results along the way. What did you think of the article? Let us know! Comment below... Growing up with my Palace family: How the Eagles shaped my lifeEagles fan and GP Martin Searle recounts his life and how the club he's come to love has had such an impact on the person he is today... And when we were up we were up. And when we were down we were down(and Palace don’t often do ‘neither up nor down’) There are times when I try to pretend to myself that ‘it’s only a game’. That Palace are a mere distraction in the great game of life (whatever the rules and tactics for that one are supposed to be). Those times are short and infrequent, however. I usually very quickly remember how central Crystal Palace FC is to the very definition of who I am, more permanent than most relationships, enduring through career ups and downs and major life changes. There as a lifeline (or a millstone) through good health, bad health, ups and downs. I used to joke that one could end up with a different wife, but couldn’t change football clubs. That came true for me….. But shouldn't, at the least, the football be a Kiplingesque reminder to ‘meet with Triumph and Disaster and treat those two imposters just the same’ – keep me grounded (Palace should be particularly useful for that) when life seems to be going well; cheer me up when life is grot? But I’ve been reflecting on the fact that in 2011, not only does my life seem pretty good again after some rough times, but the football and the current crop of youngsters are really exciting me, in a way that I remember twice before. And that over the years, Palace’s fortunes and mine have often seemed intertwined. The current form and crop of youngsters is exciting me as much as two earlier spells in my time supporting the Palace. And all three spells have coincided with good times in my life. 1976-1979 – The Youth Cup kidsUni, everything new, ‘we’re not in Sutton anymore, Toto’, spending the first term making friends one spends the rest of life trying to avoid (not really, folks). Making the most of the august buildings of one of the world’s great seats of learning – the Granta, the Mill, the Free Press, the Mitre……. First love. First –err, anyway….. And at Palace (with me using my student railcard to the max to be at Selhurst Park, or using the local train to get to Lincoln City away and such like), two promotions, including the never to be forgotten Championship-winning night v Burnley, two great FA Cup battles v Liverpool, and two Youth Cups in three years. Sansom, Hilaire, Murphy, Nicholas, Walsh, Gilbert – and the relatively experienced Jimbo, totemic, and scoring a fantastic goal to seal a 4-1 win against Ipswich in late September 1979 that made us briefly monarchs of all we surveyed in English football. It wasn’t to last, of course. The decline culminated in 1980/1, a season of four managers, financial problems, and relegation (not for the last time), with Venables leaving in murky circumstances then coming back to relieve us of a bunch of coaches and players…….. My life was doing relatively better, although really hard work was taking up more of my time. When we played Burnley in the last game of 1982/3, and Ian Edwards’s goal secured a 1-0 win, when defeat would have sent us down further, I was working at Dulwich Hospital without the option. Life for me for the mid-80s was one of ridiculous work patterns, and when I did manage to be off-duty AND be awake, any attendance at SP was likely to be rewarded by irredeemable shite. Usually a 0-1 defeat midweek (although there was a particularly lovely 0-3 v Grimsby that I managed to slot into 60 hours with two hours sleep), and if Kevin Mabbutt was injured (usually), there seemed little hope of scoring. These of course included the M-years. Sorry, can’t type the name in full. One morning in 1986, I drove away from Epsom Hospital to start my GP training year. The rising sun was in my eyes, and it felt like a new beginning, new positivity and energy. Meanwhile, over at Selhurst, ‘Sir’ Stevie Coppell was putting together a team of young hopefuls, non-leaguers, never-quite-made-its, and instilling tremendous team spirit.
1986 – 23rd September 1991 – The Wright and Bright yearsEverything in my life seemed to be coming together. The GP Training year made me sure I’d made the right career choice, a practice came up in Wiltshire, a house in a lovely village was found. OK, it was 100 miles or so from SE25, but I negotiated that I’d go to one Palace game a month. Well, that’s 12 a season, obviously. Plus cup games. And play-offs. And other really important ones… And in amongst that, starting a family. On the pitch, heady times. W and B, Captain Courageous, Charlie Chaplin, Dave the Mod, 89 Play Off v Blackburn, Thorn and Young, [skips past Anfield], Villa Park, Wembley [skips past replay – except to say that my first-born arrived between the two games], finishing third in the League, winning the ZDS – raising a can of Young’s Ordinary to the Palace fans in the next car (Dad was driving, before you ask) in a symbolic Sarf London moment of celebration. And then ‘the day the music died’. For me a moment stuck in my mind like the news of JFK and of John Lennon. And another descent started, with some false dawns. I wouldn’t say that this time there were parallels in my life, although my Dad managed one immediately posthumous influence at Spurs in 1997 when he kept the lino’s flag down for our offside winner. But he failed to avert relegation that season. And certainly I was bumbling along OK through our Goldberk / first administration times. In 2004, Palace went up at Cardiff, and on the face of it, my life was more successful than ever. But a deep unhappiness had set in, and then everything started to crumble. May 15th 2005 was one of the worst days of my life, played out simultaneously in SE7 and in North Wiltshire. The years since have for both Palace and myself, contained times when our very survival was in doubt. And in both cases where the outcome might have been different but for intensely loyal supporters helping further resources of inner strength and resilience to be found. And in many cases I’m talking about the same people. Because Palace is like that – an intensely loyal ‘family’ with some really special people. And so…. NowMy life is full of hope and positivity. I have health and love, had a great wedding this year, with a wonderful lady, and have two daughters who are doing well in their lives. And on the pitch – well, I’ll probably be giving it the kiss of death with this piece. But as I pick up my ‘Scannell’ home shirt to travel to SP, having just hung out the ‘Joniesta’ Amex shirt I wore to play football last night (‘it’s just like watching Brazil’, they teased), looking forward to seeing Wilf hypnotize defenders, to applaud the dependable Clyney, enjoy the passion of the lower Holmesdale spark the rest of the ground, with a Palace legend in charge, I really feel that another great era is upon us. I’m not delusional enough to think that my mood influences Palace. But quite probably, my dependence (there is no other word) on Palace means that if they are doing well, it makes me more positive in what I do generally. Sad, isn’t it? Isn’t it? Anyway – I’m PALACE TIL I DIE!!!!!! What do you think? How have Palace played a part in your life? Let us know! Comment below... A Palace month - what we learnt in October |
With the great start to the season we've had being coupled with the recent EPPP debacle, the Palace production line has received praise left, right and centre and rightfully so. However, there are a group of players that haven't had as much good press [at least, from outside our fanbase] who are just as important to the team and just as responsible for our climb to fourth in the league. The old adage of having a strong spine in any football team has always been true and this season, Palace's experience in that spine has helped deliver solid results and impressive performances both home and away.

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