Finally, the English Premier League has crashed upon us with a force reminiscent of Leonardo Di Caprio’s face hitting northern atlantic ice!
You can’t escape it – the EPL is the world’s most exported league, with every continent represented amongst the stars on show.
For those who don’t quite know where to start, here is my rundown of the twenty competing teams, complete with personal bias and tongue firmly planted in cheek…
Play pretty patterns with the ball, but don’t often win things. Either managed by a genius who subscribes to aesthetically perfect football who spots talent at a young age and develops them into world stars without breaking the bank, or a entrenched idealist who spots talent at a young age and turns them into world stars who then defect to main rivals because they want to actually win trophies. Both views agree that the coach seems bizarrely against signing the tough, destructive grafter type of player that the team actually needs to genuinely compete for the title.
My dad tells me they were once a big team, in his day (He’s 75). Recently appointed a new coach who wouldn’t look or sound out of place managing a pub team. Owned by an American who has realised he bought the wrong EPL club beginning with the letter ‘A’. Sold their two decent players from last season to other EPL clubs for a ton of money; have spent a ton of money buying foreign players no-one has heard of from teams no-one has heard of.
Recently promoted into the EPL. Nicknamed the Cherries. Have a stadium half the size of the average EPL stadium. Based in a town famous for students and the nice beaches. Instead of buying quality players, they’ve generally stuck with the players who got them promoted or loaned or signed free agents. The nice but naive manager is committed to playing pretty passing football. Their record signing injured himself and is now out for at least six months. There are enough reasons right there why they’ll be relegated.
Champions. Solid, effective, efficient, counter-attacking football built on an excellent defence. Or boring, staid, defensive, opportunistic simplistic football. Managed by a genius tactician, motivator, media-facing mind-game playing winner. Or managed by an arrogant, rude, deluded over-sensitive moaning control freak. Spends money well. Or abuses wealth to purchase titles. Did I mention they were champions?
An average team littered with average players and a few gifted but inconsistent above-average players, coached by an slightly above-average manager in a below-average stadium. Are batting above their average by somehow managing to sign a classy French international midfielder who may have been tempted by significantly above-average money. Will have days they are brilliant and beat the best, and days they lose games they should win. On balance, will have an average season.
In the shadow of a team geographically nearby who themselves are in the shadow of a team geographically nearby. Won titles when I was learning how to control my bodily functions, which was further back in time than you might think. A mixture of good players slowly in decline and exciting players on the up, managed by a well-rated coach who consistently does well with what he has. In effect, a club that is either a stage where players audition in hope of being noticed by bigger and better clubs, or an elephants graveyard where careers come to slowly die.
Somehow miraculously escaped relegation last season, and sacked the verbally and physically aggressive coach to replace him with a mild-mannered, calm but overly detail-orientated new guy. The players are assembled from the lower divisions, reserves of other EPL clubs and smaller clubs in foreign leagues. Historically, this approach has always proven to be a recipe for disaster but these guys have ‘heart’, ‘work-rate’, ‘guts’ and other nice things people say to describe a lack of talent, so I’m sure they’ll be fine. No, really.
One of the world’s most famous clubs with a rich heritage and huge fanbase. Have an intelligent manager and successful businessman as owner who are both currently doing everything they can to prove they lack brains or business acumen. Last season were forced to sell one of their star players for a massive amount of money because he was grumpy, and reinvested all the funds to buy too many above-average players who didn’t settle, resulting in a ‘mare of a campaign. This season, have been forced to sell one of their star players for a massive amount of money because he was grumpy, and have reinvested all the funds to buy too many above-average players who won’t settle….
Champions two years ago. A filthy-rich club who have used their almost unlimited funds to become a global superclub and try to buy many of the world’s best players. Unfortunately they are located in Manchester, which is wet, grey and ugly, and so they can only buy the best players in the world who also happen to be financial mercenaries and not bothered by atrocious weather. Each season always seem to buy a star player from one of their closest rivals, and then never really play them, providing many giggles all round.
The biggest, most famous, and most successful EPL club and known across the world. Once coached by a boisterous, screaming, madman who demanded success and got it through sheer force of will. Now coached by a boisterous, screaming madman who demands success and through sheer force of will just upsets, annoys, frustrates and irritates everyone. Have spent a ton of money on players who could be amazing, or might just be rubbish, including a world record fee spent on a teenager who has only scored 11 goals in games against grown-ups.
A passionate fanbase and huge stadium should make this one of the top clubs in the EPL. Should. It’s just a shame the owner of the club would use it as a perfect demonstration of a lifestyle business. Club strategy involves the excellent scouting department identifying quality players cheaply available, snapping them up, playing them, and selling them on for a huge profit. Which is fine, unless all your closest rivals are the ones buying your best players and your team slowly gets worse until it almost gets relegated. Oops.
Promoted to the EPL this season. Considered a ‘yo-yo’ club because they go up, down, up, down between relegation and promotion season after season. This time around, needed to buy star quality to make a good attempt at breaking the pattern. Star signings included a couple of cast-off loan signings, a free agent defensive midfielder who played for a team that didn’t defend very well, and a creative winger for a team that didn’t create much and got relegated. Oh dear.
A club that uses a moneyball approach to recruiting players, employing a vast number of scouts, statisticians and analysts who comb through YouTube recordings of players throughout the European leagues to discover the best players in every position before signing them really cheaply. A year later, these players get bought for crazy money by bigger clubs who soon realise that the players aren’t actually that great, but just look great on a YouTube video and in a club with a system that makes the most of them. Cue Southampton’s bank manager laughing, and the chairman smoking a big cigar from an expensive yacht somewhere off the coast of Brazil.
A reputation for combative, direct, physically aggressive football managed by a coach who as a player had a reputation as being combative, direct and physically aggressive. Trying to change the stereotype by signing quick, skilful, creative midfielders who no doubt will end up being kicked, punched and battered by their own team-mates in training who are yet to learn the new ways.
Massive stadium with incredibly partisan supporters, situated in an area that is half area of outstanding natural beauty, half urban dystopia. Surprisingly enough, the only players who want to move there are either in the moonlights of their careers or lured from foreign shores with the promise of crazy money. Either way, the general malaise of apathy soon hits and the club struggle against relegation year after year before replacing the coach and spending huge money on the same sort of players before going again. Sigh.
So committed to playing pretty passing football that they only sign players who are physically incapable of hoofing the ball long and hard. The coach is the latest in a long line of football purists who are supported by an idealist chairman in showing the world how a football club should be run. Inevitably, the coaches and best players get stolen away by bigger clubs so the club rebuilds again, recruiting fast and skilful hidden diamonds from across the world – partly because they aren’t wealthy, partly because no-one in their right mind wants to move to Swansea.
A big club that hasn’t won anything in a long time despite ongoing delusions of grandeur. Fans are either full of unreasonable optimism or have slack grips on reality, depending on who you ask. Every year they sell the players that didn’t quite make the mark, spend lots of money buying potential superstars, and proclaim that this is finally the year where they will break into the elite of the EPL. Every year is a rollercoaster of amazing performances – until they actually play one of the top clubs, get hammered, and whimper away with their sporting tail between their legs. However, there is always next season….
Most famous for being owned/sponsored/adored by Elton John, this team has just been promoted to the EPL. A below average club owned by an Italian family who also own an average club in Spain and an above average Italian team. Having three clubs linked through business association, the owners use a complex system of inter-club loans akin to incest to recruit players. They are also purchasing players ‘with a proven track record in the EPL’ i.e. players who played in the EPL earlier in their careers for a couple of years before being sold. Of course, everyone is wondering why these players were sold if they were that good in the first place.
West Bromwich Albion
Used to be a big club back when VHS was a thing of fantasy. The club is solidly run and coached by a dinosaur of a manager who has built a pretty good career out of insisting on players with a high work-ethic. Demands a strong defence, dependable goalkeeper, midfielders who can run, pass and tackle, and strikers who score goals. Outdated or traditional, you decide. Interestingly, no English person can point at a map and tell you where West Bromwich Albion actually is. Rumours that it is located where Camelot used to be will continue to abound whilst the club avoid relegation so successfully.
West Ham United
Ever meet a 60s snob? You know, the person who was alive back then and will always tell you how great the Beatles, the Stones, Sean Connery as James Bond or Mini Coopers were? West Ham fans are the footballing equivalent of 60s snobs. During those 60s heydays, West Ham provided England’s World Cup winning side with its best players. And they won’t let you forget that. Forget that they’ve not won anything in anyone alive’s lifetime. Forget that the club continue to pay silly money for attackers without fixing the obviously awful defence. Forget that they’ll start the season well before descending into the now expected mid-table finish. It’s all about the 60s heyday. Groovy, baby.