Keane versus Vieira: the clash of the titans
By Jim White
(Filed: 21/05/2005)
telegraph
The first time Sir Alex Ferguson encountered Roy Keane, his immediate reaction was one of astonishment.
"I couldn't believe the cheek of the boy," Ferguson recounts in his autobiography. Playing for Nottingham Forest, the young Keane had just clattered Bryan Robson, dumping the then undisputed hard man of English football unceremoniously on the turf.
An act of such obdurate aggression in one so youthful took Ferguson's breath away. From that moment, he knew he had to harness it for his team. He began to pursue the player, determined he would do whatever it took to sign Keane. In the end it required a then British record transfer fee of £3.75 million.
Plus some quick thinking and even quicker talking to outwit Blackburn Rovers, the Chelsea-style money-bags of the time, who, almost until the moment Keane arrived at Old Trafford, thought he was on his way to join them.
Arsène Wenger was equally uncompromising in his pursuit of Patrick Vieira. He had seen the lanky Senegalese youngster turning out for Cannes, had admired the spirit of his tackles, the neatness of his passing, the way, even in his teens, he could impose a calm, languid rhythm on a team.
Wenger, then coaching in Japan, had little opportunity to do more than monitor the lad's progress and was not surprised when Milan bought him. But he was amazed that the player only made two appearances in the Milanese first team.
When he was appointed manager at Highbury, Wenger made it a condition of his employment that Vieira be signed. He sensed that someone of his ambition would not be content with a bit part and could be prised from Serie A without much difficulty. He was right: Vieira arrived in North London in the summer of 1996 a month before the new boss.
What signings the two players have proved. Wenger may have handed over cheques for Nelson Vivas, Igor Stepanovs and Francis Jeffers, Ferguson may have sent good money after Eric Djemba-Djemba, Massimo Taibi and Kleberson, but they can retire happy knowing they once bought Vieira and Keane.
How vital both have been. For all their personal animosity, in their lengthy tenure at their clubs the two managers have gone about their business in remarkably similar ways. They have established winning teams that play unarguably positive, attractive football. Arsenal's one-touch pass-and-move of last season was as graceful and fluid as anything witnessed on an English playing surface.
United's Treble-winning team, meanwhile, possessed a panache that has been rarely matched. Yet at the heart of both, driving both forward, setting standards on the pitch and training ground, are two men whose games could never be described as aesthetic.
Two men, moreover, who carry with them out into the fray the total trust of their managers; two men who, it is not fanciful to suggest, are exactly the kind of players their managers wish they themselves had been. So closely have they become identified with their respective mentors, so intimately have their own fortunes been bound up with the prospects of their bosses that for Keane and Vieira today's match in Cardiff has become as much personal as collective.
"Some people say it's down to the battle between me and Patrick Vieira," Keane said this week. "We'll see."
Keane is right to mark our cards. There will be intriguing encounters across the pitch this afternoon - Ashley Cole and Cristiano Ronaldo renewing their Euro 2004 acquaintance, round 10 in the Phil Neville against Jose Antonio Reyes middleweight bout, Paul Scholes taking umbrage at any passing Arsenal shin - but Keane against Vieira is the one that stirs the blood.
In a sense it is like the contest between quarter-backs in the Superbowl. Both players are the creative source of their sides. Watch them in action, and their games are almost indistinguishable: based on short passing, making themselves available, rarely giving the ball away, prompting speedier and more fluid colleagues into action with unerringly accurate delivery.
Unlike quarter-backs, however, they do not need the protection of a Praetorian guard of testosterone-oozing musclemen. If there is any enforcing to be done, they are the ones handing it out. These are players who really can look after themselves; in the past, both have been more than adept at getting their retaliation in long before opponents have even issued a threat.
Keane's flint-eyed aggression and way with a grudge, Vieira's hot-tempered reactions to perceived slights, both have landed the pair in trouble. For the first time since the two have been at their respective clubs, today they reach the last game of a domestic campaign in which neither has been sent off.
Like much else about them, their disciplinary record in domestic competition is almost identical: Keane has 11 bookings this season, Vieira nine. Which, given the roles they undertake, can be considered almost saintly. But then both these captains have matured now the penny has dropped that they are of more use to their respective causes out on the pitch than sitting in the stands serving out pointless suspension.
There is, too, something else about this collision of the contemporary giants of midfield. The seething animosity between the managers of Manchester United and Arsenal seems to have filtered down to their representatives on the pitch. The hangover from the 'battle of the buffet' and the subsequent finger-jabbing row in the Highbury tunnel lingers on.
All week they have been sniping at each other, as if aping the mind games emanating from upstairs. Keane has sneered about Vieira's visible charity work in Senegal, a country for whom he prefers not to play international football. Vieira has responded wondering how someone who walked out on his national team could lecture anyone about loyalty. Keane has come back with that "we'll see", a thinly veiled echo of his Highbury taunt: "I'll see you out on the pitch." They don't - it is safe to say - anticipate sharing a beer after the game.
Tellingly, though, neither manager has joined in. Wenger, aware of how easily his otherwise immaculate feathers are ruffled by Ferguson, has stayed aloof all week. While Ferguson has always deliberately avoided saying a bad word about Vieira. Why? Because of all his rival's goods, it is Vieira he most covets. How he would love to see those long legs replace Keane's rapidly ageing ones in United's heart. The last thing he wants to do is block the door to Old Trafford with verbal litter.
Naturally, Wenger will do whatever he can to prevent his protégé slipping away. But Ferguson cannot let go of the thought of Vieira simply because there are so few of his and Keane's kind out there. Only Steven Gerrard in the Premiership can match their ability to influence an entire team.
And Ferguson knows Wenger holds the advantage: Keane will be 34 in August, Vieira 29 next month. As Keane heads inevitably for the door marked exit, this, then, might well be their last showpiece collision. From first incendiary challenge to the last bone-threatening tackle, only the foolish would lift their gaze away from it for a moment.