The paradox of Michael Owen's prolific career is that he has been required to spend so much of it confounding his many doubters.
This contradiction first surfaced back in the halcyon days of France
98. Forget "that goal" against Argentina though, Glenn Hoddle, the then
England coach was strangely eager to confide to journalists that he did
not think "Michael is really a natural goal-scorer".
Undeterred,
the young tyro — Owen first played for his country at 17 — simply kept
on scoring for Liverpool and England. Yet even as he helped Gérard
Houllier bring some welcome silverware back to Anfield, the
doom-mongers were highlighting the protégé's persistent hamstring
problems and pointing out that he made frequent trips to Munich for
treatment by the sports doctor Hans Müller-Wolfhart.
By the time
Owen moved on to Real Madrid in 2004 the coruscating pace which once
dazzled defences was beginning to ebb away. Indeed some were surprised
that the striker passed the Spanish club's medical.
He proceeded
to score 13 goals that season, yet this tally should be viewed in the
context of his starting most games on the substitutes' bench. Suddenly
Owen's hamstrings did not seem as significant as accusations that he
was "one-dimensional". If that was overlooking an intuitive positional
sense and many unrewarded runs into the box, there was no escaping the
fact that this apparently reluctant gálactico was making little effort to assimilate in Spain.
Unlike
his Real compatriot Jonathan Woodgate, Owen made little effort to learn
the language and one cameo is especially telling. Someone who knew him
well revealed that Owen used to regularly drive from his Madrid hotel
to the airport in order to buy English newspapers, never realising
that, had he bothered to venture a few yards into the city, he could
have bought the Daily Mail et al from numerous downtown kiosks. Such a
lack of imagination left him far from suited to the expat life and a
return to England the following summer came as no surprise.
Yet
with Liverpool's Rafael Benítez unwilling to pay Real's £16m asking fee
and Owen's £100,000-plus weekly wages, he was effectively forced into a
shotgun marriage with Newcastle United
and their then chairman, Freddy Shepherd. It was perhaps symbolic that
on the day when thousands turned up at St James' Park to cheer his
signing, his wife Louise was spotted near the entrance to the tunnel in
floods of tears.
Small wonder. After a bright start to his
Tyneside career, her husband fractured a foot and missed several months
of football. Then, in the 2006 World Cup he severed a cruciate ligament
and was sidelined for virtually all of the following season.
Signed
by Graeme Souness, he had barely kicked a ball under Glenn Roeder and
suddenly found himself under Sam Allardyce's charge. The political
turmoil at St James' was hardly the ideal backdrop to a personal
renaissance but at least Roeder had introduced him to John Green, a
specialist fitness and sprint coach Owen still works with and who has
addressed his hamstring weaknesses. That was the good news, the bad
featured a tense relationship with Allardyce — who recently claimed the
No10 would be far too great "a risk" to buy for Blackburn Rovers.
As
England coach and star striker, Owen and Kevin Keegan had not always
exactly seen eye to eye but when Keegan succeeded Allardyce in January
2008 they duly greeted each other like long lost soul-mates.
Watching
Owen in a five-a-side, Keegan concluded that, now shorn of his old
pace, he would be best deployed foxing defenders by coming from a deep
lying, "in the hole" position. "I think Michael will end up a
midfielder," claimed Newcastle's former manager. "He can link play and
retain possession."
Deployed behind a front two Owen duly
blossomed as relegation was avoided — but then Keegan departed, Joe
Kinnear arrived, he got injured again and, finally, Alan Shearer
declared him to still be an orthodox striker. A few games later Shearer
changed his mind and dropped Owen, Newcastle were relegated and the
striker took legal action against a report suggesting he was poised to
retire in order to concentrate on his beloved race-horses.
Not for the first time, though, Owen seems poised to enjoy the last laugh with a move to Manchester United. It will, however, be intriguing to see whether Sir Alex Ferguson sees him as a striker or midfielder.
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