Discussion in 'Leicester City' started by Blaarev, May 9, 2018.
I really wish Huth was staying and Wes was leaving
Yeah I put that one where the discussion started (Arsenal thread?). It’s quality
You could argue that the signing of Robert Huth was the pivotal moment in Leicester City's history. Not only was he a huge part of the Great Escape, but also instrumental in our incredible title winning season. It's no surprise then that since he has been absent, we have looked decidedly average. I'd personally like to thank you, Sir Huth, for providing so many happy memories. The winner at Spurs was a particular highlight for me. All the best in your future endeavours. Joe_Fox
Thanks Blaarev. Pollen count must be high again?
I'm watching the Champions League final and Ramos quite deliberately took down Salah, taking him out of the final. The 'dark arts' is the popular terminology that people like Ramos are superb at. Made me think of our own dark arts master, Herr Huth. One feature of our title win was our superb use of illegal activity. Off the ball, tugging, pushing, blocking off, and so on. Our defenders were outstanding at it so many times and teams (or referees) never really worked out how to stop us. Huth (and probably Ranieri) appeared to teach their fellow defenders how to do it. The officials began the next season with a big clampdown on it and we didn't know how to defend without it. I think it was a deliberate reaction against our title win and the style of it. As soon as it was clear that we weren't going to be able to do it any more, the refs backed off. This is one massively overlooked feature of our decline. I also see this as a feature of us over the last year or so since Ranieri left. We don't do the dirty stuff any more do we? Even Man City have a few dirty bastards that do their off the ball work. We could do with one or two 'Huth' type street smart players this summer at the back. Maguire and Chilwell are too 'nice' and this new fella Pereira looks of the same type. Even Vardy hardly ever accidentally slides into a defender any more.
Yep, we are so naive and soft it's unbelievable.
Scorer of 4 of the most (arguably) important goals in the club's history. The equaliser against West Brom during the great escape, the double against Man City when it made everyone realise that Leicester were serious title contenders and the winner the same season against Spurs. Who'd have thought a centre half could claim that.
Absolutely BN, the current squad has no bollocks on them whatsoever. Someone on here said it well: we’ve turned into England. Bunch of soft nice boys. The only player in the squad willing to make life fucking horrible for the opposition (besides Vards) is Shinji and he’s been banished. I’d love for us to sign a mean bastard.
That was kind of my point, when I mentioned his role in the great escape. The tricks and nous he gave us, helped us get over our naivety.
He’s been injured.
I think you have over exaggerated. Some of the media were not happy with us winning the league and were looking for excuses to belittle our fantastic achievement. You appear to have been influenced by that and are in danger of tarnishing the reputation and memory of our 'Incredibles'. They were not doing anything more or less than any other team at that time. Also, although Sergio Ramos is a great player he is also a cheat. In that incident with Mane, he grabbed his face as if Mane had struck him when the TV clearly showed there was no contact whatsoever. On the rare occasions when Ramos is beaten by a player, he makes out he has been fouled. I'm not suggesting he was trying to get Mane dismissed but he definitely conned the referee. You may call it 'dark arts' but it isn't. It's cheating and I would not want to see any LCFC player doing it. The way he brought Salah to the ground was avoidable so therefore deliberate and cynical.
Legend for us. Catalyst for the great escape and what came afterwards.
Northcroft intervew in the Times: He is probably done as a footballer but why make a drama? The big retirement announcement, that’s for others. “If you don’t play, you don’t play,” he shrugs. No fuss. Move on. That is what you get with Robert Huth — his own take on things, usually delivered with an amused twinkle and raised eyebrow. “A small head for such a strong jawline,” his Twitter handle drawls. He is the boy from East Berlin who became a teen Chelsea star and the big brother in Leicester’s miraculous title team. A road less travelled and a journeyer who makes up his own mind about the scenery. We discuss the “poison in the game” of play-acting, why Kante beats Messi, the charisma of the younger Jose Mourinho and why Mourinho is fading now. And driving back from Cheshire I am still chuckling at one of his dry stories — about his first ever throw-in, aged 25. “I love Tony Pulis. We shook hands and he said, ‘We’re going to get on,’ and we did straight away,” Huth says. “I remember my third game for Stoke, Bolton away, and Tony was, ‘Huthy, come here’. What’s up? ‘You can play right-back can’t you?’ I never had but I’d just signed so I was ‘yeah!’ I’d never taken a throw-in. When would I have ever taken a throw-in? The ball goes out, two minutes in. I pause and Tony’s going, ‘Come on Huthy. F****** throw-in. Go on.’ Dave Kitson makes a run down the line and I have no idea how hard to throw it and what sort of direction either. I chuck it miles over Dave’s head and Tony’s like, ‘What the f*** have we done here? Can’t you even throw the ball 10 yards?’ Sorry mate.” He was always a centre-half: big, broad, brave, a schoolboy judoka. He was five when the Wall came down, too young to understand what the street parties were for. Elements of East Berlin remained basic — in winter he played academy games on gravel. A Chelsea scout spotted him and at 16 he was in the Premier League, living with a foster family in West Drayton and cycling to Chelsea’s old Harlington training ground. His apprentice jobs included cleaning manager Claudio Ranieri’s boots. Chelsea was basic, too. Money was tight at the end of the Ken Bates era and on trips three, even four, players shared a room. “Then Roman Abramovich came and it was, bang.” Mourinho was another revolution. “You’d heard him, you’d seen him win the Champions League, so you thought, ‘He knows what he’s doing’ but then he just stepped in, he owned the room, he got players on board straight away. For two years that team was amazing. His attention to detail and preparation . . . I’d never seen anything like that. We got notepads before games with statistics: how many times the right-back passes to the centre-back. There were preparation sheets about the opposition. Weaknesses, strengths, set-pieces. In training, every exercise was timed. There were ball boys. I completely bought into whatever Mourinho said. If he said, ‘Play left wing,’ you’d say, ‘Give me the shirt.’” Middlesbrough followed, under Gareth Southgate, for whom management came “too early”. Then Stoke, where perhaps he peaked and where he loved the manly environment. Friendships from that dressing room — with Jon Walters and Ryan Shawcross — endure. He hates the cliches about Leicester. “One-season wonder. Freak season,” he sighs. “We were the best team. Simple. We won the league by 10 points. It’s more than Tottenham have done, more than Liverpool have done. But when Man United win a title it’s amazing. When Man City win a title it’s great. When we do it, it’s, ‘Oh well, it’s only because... ’ We had a great side. Not in terms of names but attributes, how it fitted together. Pace. Smarts. Good goalkeeper. Great defensive set-up. Kante, Mahrez, Vardy.” Kante? “He’s the best player I played with. Of course in skill Hazard is better, gets people off their feet. Ronaldo, Messi... I get all that, I really do. But in terms of impact on a game it’s Kante. I get annoyed. ‘Oh he just wins the ball back’. Which he does. But watch him. He reads three passes ahead. He’ll run 15 yards, then have a burst of acceleration to take the ball off somebody’s feet in a position where he has 30 yards of pitch to drive into. His brain works completely different to other footballers.” Huth has never met anyone nicer, or more shy, than Kante. “Our longest conversation was, ‘Good morning’. When I first met him I thought he was rude. In the canteen at Leicester I say hello and he just goes ‘Mmm.’ But you learn he’s not being rude, he’s being quiet, embarrassed how good he is. You can see it now when he scores a goal — he’s embarrassed. It’s no coincidence we won the league, then Chelsea won it, then France won the World Cup. He’ll change any team, he is that good and that smart a footballer.” John Terry was the best defender he played with and Huth marvelled how even at 23 Terry was coaching others through games, making them better. Didier Drogba was the toughest striker to face. You could never bully Drogba, could not outrun him; he had skill, intelligence, the gladiator’s gene. What happened to Mourinho? “It might be that the game has moved on and he needs to catch up. He’d be top dog in any other league. But here there’s Liverpool, where Klopp has such an intense way of playing. And City, as long as Guardiola stays there, who’s going to beat them? City are scary. They’re unbelievably talented footballers but their fitness and workrate is the best I’ve seen. Kevin De Bruyne doesn’t look that fast but try to play against him, and he runs from first minute to last. And that’s before you talk about his ability.” Huth thinks he would love coaching. “I saw the lads doing badges and some, they don’t put the work in, get people to do their forms, I’m sure you’ve heard the stories. If I ever do it, I’ll do it properly.” His time at Leicester finished because Claude Puel did not fancy him and he had 15, 16 months of niggles and not playing. In the summer he trained with Stoke but did a hamstring, then a calf and an achilles. Huth is 34 now, and not pushing to find a club. He is loving normal, non-football life — taking his sons to football practice, a beer in the pub, a family holiday in half-term. England is his home, though English foibles amuse him. “Nine-ish... ” he says wryly. “What time is that? Like, ‘nine-ish’ just wouldn’t exist in the German language. ‘I’ll be there by 11-ish’. What? What’s wrong with 11? 11-ish can be quarter-past, half-past, some time between 11 and 12. I have arguments with my wife. “We need to leave at half seven. She’ll say, ‘No, we don’t have to be there until eight.’ And then she gets in the shower! What?” Lastly, simulation. This is Huth’s bugbear. When Dani Ceballos pretended to be struck in the face by Ben Chilwell for Spain against England, “I couldn’t watch. What I can’t get is how, afterwards, you can face people. As a man. I find the whole problem embarrassing. Diving, I can understand. There’s no difference between diving and me grabbing someone. You’re bending the rules. But pretending to be hurt — it just goes against any sport. The weakness of it all p***** me off. I can’t think of another sport where it’s acceptable.” He is warming to the theme now. “You listen to it, to Gary Neville and all the others, ‘He had the right to go down.’ No. There is no right to go down. We spent the past 15, 16 years with nutrition, gym work, making footballers the strongest they can be. Are you telling me a [small touch] is enough to make one go down? “I don’t even watch Barça v Madrid any more. It’s s*** — 20 guys surrounding the referee, some holding their face. El Clasico? Off.”
Great read, all the way through. What a man!
His part in us winning the league can not be under stated. We've certainly missed the big man since
he was the defensive leader we desperately needed then and still do now, an organizer that commanded respect
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