
Ferguson?s falling-out with Magnier came from
their association with the successful racehorse Rock Of Gibraltar.
The matter was eventually settled out of court
If you are a Manchester United supporter seeking someone to
blame for the indignities of your club, just go to Old Trafford for
today’s match against Burnley and turn your eyes to the dugout.
There, furiously masticating, will be your culprit.
Sir Alex Ferguson may also be tapping his watch; an especially
apt image, for every minute United attract more interest on the
loans with which the Glazer family bought the club in 2005. And it
is Ferguson who has been the Glazers’ most strident defender — not
surprisingly, given his role in the chain of events that put them
in charge.
The proposed shifting of debt to a bond — the purpose of the
present worldwide sales pitch, which only consumes more of the
club’s money — is an irrelevance. United will remain a mere
cashpoint for the Floridians, a source of fees for their
associates; the documents leaked this week were eloquent on
that.
As for the footballing outlook, it is significant that United’s
main activity, since the English title was secured and the European
let slip eight months ago, has been to emphasise their status as a
feeder club for Real Madrid by selling the world’s top player,
Cristiano Ronaldo.
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But, of course, the roots of the problem go much deeper than the
sudden loss of face might suggest. The Glazers did not appear from
nowhere and put United into vast debt for the fun and mischief of
it. There was a gradual process whereby the club were sucked from
the responsible and relatively caring hands that used to run it —
balancing the books while keeping tickets as widely affordable as
possible — into the rough grasp of profiteers.
Ferguson was crucial to this. In 1997, he befriended John
Magnier, an enormously successful Irish racehorse breeder. He did
nothing to discourage Magnier and his friend J. P. McManus, a
big-time gambler, from buying a stake in United that grew and grew
until it was eventually sold, at a profit reckoned to exceed £100
million, to the Glazers. He welcomed the Glazers and started
singing their praises to the fans.
Whether this was because he recognised a personal responsibility
for their saddling (if that is the metaphor) the club with a burden
that, despite constraint on expenditure, has risen by £62 million
in less than five years can be only a matter for conjecture. But
Ferguson has been very Glazer-friendly.
The afterglow of the Champions League triumph over Chelsea in
2008 afforded an opportunity. Back from Moscow, a tracksuited
Ferguson looked every inch the champagne socialist as he poured
bubbly for journalists at United’s training ground and said of the
Americans: “They’ve got balls.” They would not let Ronaldo go. They
would rather “let a player sit in the stand” than sell him to
Real.
“He’ll not be leaving in the next two years,” Ferguson asserted.
A year later Ronaldo was at the Bernabéu and the Glazers had sent
the proceeds to hedge funds. And still Ferguson was his masters’
voice; only last week he promised that he could spend on players
and was just waiting for “value in the market”.
Even the supporters, to whom knowledge of Ferguson’s
acquiescence with successive carpetbaggers is the truth that dare
not speak its name, do not swallow the “value” argument. They
laughed off blunders such as Juan Sebastián Verón because they knew
Ferguson would get it right next time and saw a secure future.
Unlike Leeds United’s fans, they could afford to live the dream.
Pinch-yourself time stretched into a trio of Barclays Premier
League titles and it was only after the quest for another Champions
League triumph foundered in Rome that questions began to be
asked.
Not as many as the 99 put to the United board by Magnier after
his relationship with Ferguson soured over Rock Of Gibraltar, the
multiple classic-winning horse (the Irishman’s curiosity about
transfer deals and the involvement of agents, including Ferguson’s
son, Jason, abated once Ferguson had been obliged to settle out of
court); the supporters just wanted to know when the Ronaldo money
would be flourished.
Ferguson’s answers have been frustratingly vague and now, as his
squad prepares for scrappage — Ryan Giggs, Paul Scholes and Edwin
van der Sar are nearly finished and Rio Ferdinand creaking and none
has much sale value (although a few more quid could be squeezed
from Real for Nemanja Vidic) — the nightmare scenarios unfold. Some
are naive. But so were the dreams that debt carried no penalty.
Those of us who have long advocated zero tolerance of ownership
debt, warning of its dangers to formerly prudent and
supporter-sensitive clubs such as United and Liverpool, are
accustomed to resistance and Ferguson, on that morning in 2008,
spluttered: “It’s all nonsense. They [the Glazers] are brilliant
owners. All takeovers are done by debt. Do you think if I wanted to
take over Marks & Spencer I could just go and get £3 billion
from under the floorboards? No — I’d go to the Bank of
Scotland.”
Within a few months, the Bank of Scotland was having to be
rescued.
Because of his achievements, Ferguson will never be fully held
to account for what has happened to the club. Some even think that
he opposed the crucial decision to float in 1991, although my
researches for a biography of Ferguson to be published this year
suggest that his main reason for refusing shares was that another
employee whom he considered less significant — a finance director
by the unfeasible name of Robin Launders — was offered more.
So others, notably Magnier and McManus, were to reap the entire
harvest of Ferguson’s outstanding management.
What next? Having arrived in 1986 with a pledge to knock
Liverpool off their perch, he sits in his cage and waits for the
baseball bats from the City of Manchester Stadium. Sheikh Mansour
does not have to do things the nice way.
The debt-free owner of Manchester City, if he wished, could buy
out the Glazers, keep Wayne Rooney and Patrice Evra, flog the rest
and, having painted Old Trafford blue, use it as a training
ground.
In which case not to have a Sir Alex Ferguson Stand would be
ungrateful.