A few thoughts on Manchester United’s Community Shield win over Chelsea | Amy Lawrence

Javier Hernández looks infectiously exciting and United’s older talents are still a force – but Chelsea aren’t fizzing quite yet

• When was the last time the English league’s curtain raiser took place without a single new signing to whet the appetite in either side’s starting XI? It reflects the new austerity that both Chelsea and Manchester United, neither of whom have been immune to the odd £30m transfer in recent years, are scarcely changed. Although the arrival of Ramires is expected to happen any day now, and there are more than three more weeks to go until the transfer window shuts, it is hard to envisage a major facelift anywhere outside Manchester City. Against this backdrop, Javier Hernández came on at half-time and fired the imagination with his eager running and clever flicks. The young Mexican is infectiously exciting. His buzzing presence altered the tone of the game. Although he miscued when Dimitar Berbatov presented him with a chance, something told you Chicharito – “little pea” – would soon be in the groove. A few minutes later he kicked Antonio Valencia’s cross against his own face and the ball bounced in. When you’ve got it, you’ve got it …

• Chelsea really shouldn’t be suffering a World Cup hangover for the simple reason that most of their players ought to be massively grateful to be back playing in an environment where they are cherished, and their team generally knows how to function in a way that brings the best out of its parts. Incidentally, it was no surprise to hear a spot of pantomime in the uber-competitive world of the Premier League’s top end. With a nod to the grand traditions of Widow Twanky, the opening few minutes were accompanied by partisan boos and cheers. Any time an England player in blue touched the ball he was roundly jeered by the Manchester United fans and hailed by the protective masses in the Chelsea end, while Wayne Rooney duly got the opposite treatment. How they must be looking forward to coming back here in midweek for some genial international fare.

• If Chelsea were a little flat by their own high standards, then at least they were able to demonstrate their hatred of losing to force a close finish and put their opponents into a nervous position that did not look likely when the scoreline was 2-0 in United’s favour. Chelsea do not look as ready for the season as the team expected to challenge them hardest for their title. They have not enjoyed a fruitful pre-season from a defensive point of view, where some of the wobbles they encountered last season have reared up again. As for the attacking rhythm that propelled them towards so many goals last term, Carlo Ancelotti’s men are not quite fizzing yet.

• How many performances can Sir Alex expect from Paul Scholes and Ryan Giggs this season? The evergreen pair still exert a mighty influence, and Scholes sprayed searching passes around with the nonchalance of a kid in the park. Critics talk about Chelsea’s team ageing, but the three veterans whose talents show no sign of abating at Old Trafford remain key to United’s aspirations. None more so than Edwin van der Sar. He will turn 40 in a couple of months, but looked particularly sharp, focused and dominant here. Whenever Chelsea found a penetrating pass, and a shot on target, the Dutchman plucked it away brilliantly. He was only beaten by a rebound, and looked suitably irritated. This is a friendly, remember, and to have that kind of desire at the base of your team underlines why Fergie will fancy his team’s chances for that meaningful title No19.

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Premier League: Manchester City 2-1 Chelsea

City were good value for their victory, secured by goals from Emmanuel Adebayor and Carlos Tevez, but Mark Hughes and the record attendance must have feared the worst 10 minutes from the end, when Nedum Onuoha brought down Didier Drogba and Howard Webb pointed to the spot. Up stepped Frank Lampard, normally deadly from 12 yards, but this time he shot too close to Shay Given, who plunged low to his right to rescue his team’s winning position.

Drogba should have equalised at the death, when he shot wide from six yards, but justice was served by the result. The richest club in the world have lift off at last. City have now managed one clean sheet in their past 11 league matches, and the shortcomings, both individual and collective, of Micah Richards, Joleon Lescott and Wayne Bridge have been such that Drogba and Nicolas Anelka must have arrived licking their lips in predatory anticipation. Small wonder Hughes tried to sign John Terry during the summer.

City and their ‘Blue Moonies’ were heartened by their midweek victory over Arsenal reserves, but the Carling Cup is small beer to the top teams – witness the below-strength Chelsea line-up that went out to Blackburn. This, in contrast, was very much the real thing. Chelsea were not about to give anything less than 100% commitment after Manchester United’s impressive win at West Ham earlier in the day. City were without Craig Bellamy, who sustained a knee injury in the Arsenal game. Chelsea preferred Michael Essien to John Obi Mikel in the screening role in front of their back four.

A promising start by City saw Tevez embarrass Terry for pace with a sprint and cross from the right, and Nigel de Jong threaten with a shot from the edge of the penalty area. They were full of vim and vigour, but for more than half an hour they struggled to translate promising possession into worthwhile goal attempts.

Chelsea were more economical. Drogba might have scored after five minutes when his shot from the 18-yard line brought a top-notch save from Given. City’s reprieve was brief. In the eighth minute they conceded yet another of those daft goals that continue to undermine them. Given saved from Branislav Ivanovic and again from Anelka in a pinball sequence, but the goalkeeper was unable to hold the second shot and the ball bounced out to Adebayor and in off the striker’s back.

Kolo Touré, venturing forward from his defensive station tried his luck from 20 yards, but located nothing more useful that Petr Cech’s midriff, and when Gareth Barry got away from Ricardo Carvalho to cross from the left, Adebayor made a horrible hash of his shot close in at the near post. For a long time that was the way of it.

Oblivious to the rain, Hughes prowled his technical area like a caged tiger. Looking for a handshake? More like someone to throttle. Out on the pitch, his team were looking to make optimum use of Shaun Wright-Phillips’ pace, but Ashley Cole is no slouch and minimised the threat. City pressed, but tried their manager’s patience in front of goal. Typically, Barry’s shot from 20 yards was deflected wide by Essien and when Cech came off his line and failed to collect the ball, Adebayor’s goalbound header was cleared off the line by Carvalho.

One had the sense that a goal was coming, however, and it finally arrived after 37 minutes, when Cech punched a corner out only as far as Wright-Phillips, whose shot from 20 yards hit Richards and flew to Adebayor, who scored at the second attempt.

Chelsea were tantalisingly close to regaining the lead at the end of a pulsating first half when Drogba was only inches wide with a curling free-kick.

City undoubtedly deserved parity at half-time, but could they keep it up? They have had a habit of throwing away promising positions. Certainly Chelsea were worried. Drogba’s demeanour is a barometer of such things, and he was bleating in overdrive. Cech, under pressure from Adebayor, booted the ball nervily into touch and Carvalho was booked for a rash challenge that was the product of City’s pressure. Wright‑Phillips got away from Cole for once to create a shooting chance for Adebayor, who was thwarted by Ivanovic’s last-ditch clearance.

Then, after 56 minutes it happened. City were ahead. A free-kick from inside the D by Tevez went low, through Chelsea’s defensive wall, leaving Cech unsighted and embarrassed as the ball flew past him on the ground.

Cue celebratory songs of “Fergie, Fergie sign him up.”

Drogba climbing above Touré, headed wide at close range, fuelling the impression that it was not Chelsea’s day.

Carlo Ancelotti sent on Juliano Belletti and Mikel to rescue a point, at least, but City were in no mood to oblige. Ivanovic headed over from six yards from a Deco corner. Suddenly it was Chelsea who were wasting scoring opportunities.

THE FANS’ PLAYER RATINGS AND VERDICT

Danny Pugsley, BitterandBlue.blogspot.com This was a fantastic game of football. Both sides were very good today. The one-touch football on a greasy pitch was great. Mark Hughes went for an attacking line-up from the off. That is the reason why we got points today. In recent weeks, with all the draws, we have been hesitant and cautious, but today we were constantly pressurising. It was one the best team performances from City that I have seen in a long time. There have been grumblings about Hughes, but this result will have quelled that for the time being, but there is a minority who will never accept him.

The fan’s player ratings Given 8; Richards 8 (Onuoha 69 6), Touré 7, Lescott 7, Bridge 7 (Kompany 76 6), Wright-Phillips 9, De Jong 8, Barry 8, Robinho 7(Zabaleta 90); Tevez 8, Adebayor 7

Lucio Marinelli, Observer reader It was one of those bad days that all top teams have. We had a couple chances even before we scored, then we took our foot off the pedal thinking it was going to be like Arsenal. But City fought for everything. Every 50-50 tackle, they won. It was the worst performance from our midfield that I have seen. Cech was nervy and our full-backs were poor; it was one of Cole’s worst games, and that starved the front two. I’m not superstitious but that kit has got to go. We have never won while wearing it. Having said all that I still think we’ll win the league.

The fan’s player ratings Cech 4; Ivanovic 5, Carvalho 5 (Belletti 63 6), Terry 6 (Malouda 88), A Cole 4; Essien 5; Ballack 3 (Mikel 64 5), Lampard 4; Deco 3; Drogba 6, Anelka 5

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Football transfer rumours: Andrés D’Alessandro to Tottenham Hotspur?

Today’s piffle is dazed and confused

The Mill is no stranger to starting off quite smartly and really seeming to be going somewhere and putting on quite a show before without quite anybody unless you don’t it’s not totally unsure whether if it really and never in effect not making a great somehow deal of sense. Far too often the Mill has found itself striding forth with an air of brilliant unbreakable clear blue jaw-clenching although suddenly not quite what was that where’s my glove think I dropped it where going lost behind can’t seem to get maybe just sit down.

Perhaps this explains why the Mill is such a big fan of Nani, a player who also always seems to be on the verge of maybe go back and start oh no maybe one last little … ah. Nani is of course a genuinely fascinating character, a Willo The Wisp that one moment appears to be a dancing swamp sprite, the next a rather disappointing gaseous methane cloud. He’s a paradox wrapped up in a reversible jacket that while quite flash and nifty at first doesn’t actually look very good either way round. If he was a car he’d be a banana yellow souped-up estate coupe monster truck muscle van with gold-plate alloys that doesn’t actually start but has a horn that does a really good Dukes of Hazzard. If he was a pair of shoes he’d be a single bespoke purple slip-on goatskin loafer – with no sole and no upper and no heel.

And if he was a controversial newspaper interview he’d be today’s non-exclusive “exclusive” in the Sun in which he “gambled with his Manchester United future” and “pulled no punches in a revealing interview that will leave boss Fergie seething” after raging that he is being “mismanaged”.

Except that in the Mail he just thinks Sir Alex Ferguson is “complicated”. And the Times manages to yawn the whole thing away with “Nani not seeking escape route”. Although The Mill is willing to bet that even if he was, it might take some time to find it.

Also in the Sun West Ham have told Liverpool they want £20m for scuttling goal-machine Carlton Cole. Arsenal are “keeping tabs on” 18-year-old Barcelona winger Gai Assulin, which seems as good a place as any to keep tabs, but only if they’re properly secured with Velcro.

And “dive storm striker” David Ngog says he will “bounce back stronger”, but only after hurling himself face-first on to a particularly springy piece of turf. “You learn more about yourself in the bad times than the good,” he says.

Aston Villa want to sign Ipswich “wonderkid” Connor Wickham who, when he’s not scoring goals, likes to flounce around a honeyed version of 19th-century rural society England wearing britches and getting ditzy and ruining impressionable young girls.

Everton are “leading the chase” ahead of Chelsea for Benfica midfield scuffler Javier García, who retails for £13m and is Luis García’s cousin. “We’ve not even talked about the rumours yet,” says his agent/dad, furiously texting the Daily Star something that looks like GARCIA 2 EVATON U AVIN A LAFF ETC ETC.

Steve Bruce will “launch a £12m double raid” for Adam Johnson and Maynor Figueroa in January. Sol Campbell is on his way to Newcastle. “He’s got a lot to offer,” says Chris Hughton, not really wanting to go into specifics.

And Southampton are after John Rooney, uncle of Kai-Wayne, son of Wayne Sr, brother of Wayne Jr and a man who must occasionally wonder how things might have turned out by now if he was also called “Wayne”.

In the Mirror Rafa Benítez has decided strolling, sulking Spurs chest of drawers Roman Pavlyuchenko is the man to kick-start his team’s season. “Benítez sees him as the ideal stand-in for Torres”.

Barcelona technical secretary and very Txiki boy Txiki Begiristain has poo-pooed the Robinho talk. “We won’t be meeting with City,” he told Barcelona’s official website.

In the Mail Manchester United, Manchester City, Chelsea and Barcelona all fancy a piece of 22-year-old Uruguayan Ajax striker Luis Suárez. Apparently Jaap Stam is doing “occasional scouting” for United. Who’d have thought it.

‘Arry Redknapp wants to sign Andrés D’Alessandro, who was at one point going to be the new Diego Maradona, then looked like he might not really be up to much, then looked really good for a bit (at Pompey), then went to Brazil to play for Internacional. Redknapp is also keen on D’Alessandro’s team-mate Sandro. And his wife is called Sandra. The Mill senses potential for a two-Ronnies-style comic sketch of jet-setting farcical misunderstanding.

And United, Arsenal and Internazionale are all still keen on 1980s shoulder-padded, red glasses-wearing ad executive Yaya “Yah” Touré, who seems to be in the out-tray at Barcelona. “If he does leave Barça, he will not go to Manchester City because he will sign for a bigger club,” crowed his agent, a little unnecessarily in The Mill’s opinion.

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