MARCH 21
Why Arsene's my man and Alex isn't
Yap Koon Hong
THE SPORTS EDITOR
IS THERE more to sport than money, success and fame, and more of the same thereafter?
The answer to this is why Arsene Wenger is my man and Alex Ferguson is not.
It is not because Wenger, the urbane French manager of Arsenal is more handsome than the gum-chewing Scot of Manchester United.
Or that the Frenchman is more erudite academically with a Masters in Economics.
These count for nothing.
The two men are in a league of their own in the Premiership.
For the past 10 years, the script has been virtually the same: Manchester United against Arsenal for England's - and Singapore's - most ardent crown: the Premiership trophy.
Ferguson may be the more successful manager, but he took longer to succeed in a United whose resources are at least twice Arsenal's.
Many may consider success as the ultimate yardstick.
But there is certainly something more as a measure of a giant in sport as Ferguson and Wenger will be when they are through with football.
The key criterion, after the money and the glory have been toted up, is: Whose reasons are worth admiring for their involvement in sport.
Ferguson rules with the rod (do as he says, not as he does), allows little or no room for individual expression (Jaap Stam, David Beckham) and keeps pets openly (Eric Cantona, Roy Keane).
Wenger loves all his players equally and to a fault (the team with the highest consistency in drawing red cards), keeping them past their use-by date (Tony Adams, Dennis Bergkamp). The Arsenal locker-room is as openly democratic as United's is dictatorial.
Still, these do not describe fully why one manager's tyranny is less admirable than another's indulgence.
What does it for me has to do with the difference between a horse and a hypothetical soccer school for the underprivileged in India.
Ferguson is a man apparently obsessed with money, success and fame and more of it thereafter. Wenger does not appear to be.
How else can one describe Ferguson's ugly wrangle over sperm rights to a prize-winning racehorse, the Rock of Gibraltar, in which he was willing to turn a pal in wealthy Irishman John Magnier into a bitter enemy?
United are in a shambles because of Ferguson's unseemly distraction in the affair which is about money and inflated ego.
Wenger? He told the British Broadcasting Corporation in a documentary aired two weeks ago here that once he was through with Arsenal, more money, fame and success do not figure in his plans.
Instead, it would be more rewarding if he could start anew, like opening a soccer school among the underprivileged in India.
That would give him as much joie de vivre as his most satisfying moments in managing Arsenal which were not so much the trophies he won, but the moments when his players take flight in a game and engage football with pure joy and instinct, like the children they once were.
So, while an attitude like Ferguson's may be prized in the cut-throat world of professional sport, a philosophy like Wenger's is priceless in the world of values, precisely because he tells us something incredibly rare.
That sport - and life - is not only about money, success and fame, but the satisfaction in bringing about meaningful change, minor though it may be.