Liverpool and Manchester United: Combined Best-Ever XI

How many players from each club would make your team?

(A good deal more light-hearted than my first entry. Though, when I posted this article on the Give Me Sport site, someone did tell me to go and shoot myself.)

Sporting debates, almost by definition, are futile. 

Would a prime Muhammad Ali have had the guile to defeat a young, wrecking-ball Mike Tyson? Probably. Could the great Jesse Owens out-sprint the great Usain Bolt if he were to race against him today? Probably not. What would have happened had Juan Manuel Fangio and Ayrton Senna gone wheel-to-wheel in the same era? Who knows.

Definitive answers may be impossible to come by in conversations of this nature, but that doesn't mean that sports fans won’t delight in engaging in these hypothetical debates. Conversations like these are the lifeblood of many a post-match pint.

In the arena of English football, one debate reigns supreme: Liverpool or Manchester United. Which of these two great clubs has the right to declare itself the most successful in the history of the English game?

On the surface of such a question there may appear to be a simple solution – compare the trophy hauls of each club. However, it could be argued that such a tactic only further enhances the contentiousness of the issue, because whilst United reigns supreme in terms of top-division league titles won, with 20 to Liverpool’s 18, the Anfield club boasts five European Cup wins to the Old Trafford outfit’s three.

Move a little lower on the trophy ladder and it’s a similar story. United might trump Liverpool in terms of FA Cups wins (11 to seven), but Liverpool have won double the amount of League Cups (eight to four).

All told, United just hold the edge in terms of total trophies won, with 61 to Liverpool’s 59, but bear in mind that they have just eked ahead in the past couple of seasons. Thus, it could hardly be said that the book is closed on the debate about which is the greater of the two clubs.

Therefore, surely my suggesting a new approach in attempting to ascertain which club can claim to boast the richest history is entirely justifiable. Rather than examining the long lists of trophies won by each club, perhaps we should turn our attention to the host of world-class players who have starred for both sides.

I’m not suggesting that we try to compile a greatest-ever XI for both teams, imagine them facing off against each other, and try to guess which one would come out on top. No, let’s think about it like this: if we were to select one team made up entirely of players who played for both of these great clubs, how many from each side would make the cut?

This is my personal selection. I'm sure an awful lot of people will disagree with many of my choices, but I have tried to justify why I believe each of these players deserve a place in the side.

Goalkeeper – PETER SCHMEICHEL (Manchester United & Denmark)

Can there really be any argument about the Great Dane wearing the number one shirt? Yes, Liverpool have had very fine goalkeepers down through the years, particularly Ray Clemence and Bruce Grobbelaar, but many people would make a claim for Schmeichel to be included in an All-time World XI let alone a composite United/Liverpool team like this. A hulking figure between the sticks at the best of times, Schmeichel appeared to somehow grow in stature when opponents found themselves facing him in one-on-one situations. Despite his immense physicality he also possessed amazing agility, which allowed him to frequently pull off saves that seemed to defy gravity. Add to that his assured handling, unwavering bravery, a knack for saving penalties at crucial moments in crucial matches, and the fact that he marshalled his back four like a drill sergeant, and you have not only United’s greatest ever goalkeeper but maybe the greatest this game has ever seen full stop.

(Honourable mentions: Harry Gregg, Ray Clemence, Bruce Grobbelaar, Edwin van der Sar)

Right-Back– PHIL NEAL (Liverpool & England)

Nowadays full-backs are judged not just on their defensive capabilities but also on their attacking prowess. Phil Neal excelled in both aspects of the game. A scorer of more than 50 goals for Liverpool, he made a habit of finding the net in important matches, most notably during the 1984 European Cup final triumph against AS Roma. Already having scored their only goal in a 1-1 draw, Neal then stepped up to convert from the spot in what was the first ever penalty shoot-out to decide a European Cup final. He is also the only player to have featured in each of Liverpool’s four European Cup wins during the 70s and 80s. Some might argue that Gary Neville was slightly more defensively astute than Neal, but the Liverpool man was undoubtedly more accomplished on the ball and posed a much greater attacking threat than Neville did.

(Honourable mentions: Roger Byrne, Gary Neville)

Centre-Back – ALAN HANSEN (Liverpool & Scotland)

The fact that Alan Hansen only made a measly 26 appearances for Scotland probably tells you more about his devotion to Liverpool than it does about his ability as a defender, because, make no mistake about it, Hansen is one of Britain’s most accomplished ever centre-backs. He seemed to read the game so well that it made any other defensive work he had to engage in appear almost ridiculously easy. A classy player who had great confidence in his own ability with a ball at his feet, as well as a good eye for a pass, he would often stride out from the back to orchestrate Liverpool attacks.

Centre-Back – RIO FERDINAND (Manchester United & England)

Rio Ferdinand is a player who seems to polarise fans – either they rate him very highly or they regard him as being highly over-rated. Some of that might simply be down to the jealousy of opposition fans. The more discerning critics might point to his relative failures against the very top forwards his era had to offer. Ronaldo’s hat-trick for Real Madrid in a Champions League quarter-final second leg at Old Trafford in 2003 springs to mind in that respect, but, realistically, could any of even the greatest defenders have snuffed out the Brazilian phenomenon when he was on song? Fearless, quick across the ground, powerful in the air, strong in the tackle, calm on the ball, Ferdinand truly does possess all of the key attributes a modern defender could possibly hope to have.

(Honourable mentions: Bill Foulkes, Ron Yeats, Mark Lawrenson, Paul McGrath, Jaap Stam, Jamie Carragher, Nemanja Vidic)

Left-Back – EMLYN HUGHES (Captain) (Liverpool & England)

Nicknamed ‘Crazy Horse’, Emlyn Hughes’s enthusiasm for football was truly infectious. He was also a remarkably versatile footballer; he started out as a forward and went on to play in just about every outfield position throughout his storied career. Many would argue that he was at his best in a Liverpool shirt when deployed as a centre-back but he was equally comfortable at full-back or in midfield. One of his greatest strengths as a player was his extraordinary stamina. He seemed to be able to perform at the same physical level in the 85^th minute of a match as he had done in the first. Hughes was also quick and strong in the tackle. In truth, he secures his place in this side primarily because of his outstanding leadership qualities. He had the honour of becoming the first Liverpool skipper to lift the European Cup in 1977, the year in which he was also named the Football Writers’ Player of the Year. He went on to captain his country more than 20 times.

(Honourable mentions: Tony Dunne, Denis Irwin, Steve Staunton, Patrice Evra)

Defensive Midfielder – DUNCAN EDWARDS (Manchester United & England)

Not just Manchester United and England, but the game of football itself was so tragically robbed of Duncan Edwards in the aftermath of the Munich air disaster in 1958. Despite being just 21 when he died, those who witnessed Edwards in action still regard him as one of England’s finest ever players. Sir Bobby Charlton even went so far as to declare Edwards to be the greatest player he ever played either with or against. That’s quite a compliment when you consider that Charlton played with both Bobby Moore and George Best, as well as against the likes of Pele and Franz Beckenbauer.  Perhaps it is only right, then, to allow Sir Bobby himself to explain just what it was that made Edwards such a phenomenal player: '...the complete footballer. Mighty in the air. Unbreakable in the tackle. Rampaging tirelessly across the pitch. Perfect first touch followed by raking 40, 50-yard passes with either foot. Unstoppable on the run with the ball. Deadly in front of goal.'

(Honourable mentions: Nobby Stiles, Graeme Souness, Jan Molby, Bryan Robson, Roy Keane, Xabi Alonso)

Right Midfielder – GEORGE BEST (Manchester United & Northern Ireland)

Surely the most naturally gifted footballer to ever ply his trade on these shores, George Best was nothing short of a wing wizard; a player who played the game in the same effortless manner on the grandest of European stages as he did when he kicked a ball about the streets of Belfast as a child. He was one of a handful of players in the history of the game who gave you the impression that he could do just about whatever he wanted to on the pitch at any given moment. His critics will say that he wasted his immense potential by bowing out at the highest level at the age of just 27. Most of those who were lucky enough to see him play will say that it simply wouldn't have been possible for him to get any better than he already was. The fact that he never had the opportunity to flaunt his talents on the World Cup stage is something mourned by lovers of the beautiful game the world over. Nevertheless, Best’s extraordinary abilities were duly recognised when he was named European Footballer of the Year in 1968, having played an instrumental part in United's European Cup triumph that same year.

(Honourable mentions: Ian Callaghan, Andrei Kanchelskis, Steve McManaman, David Beckham)

Left Midfielder – RYAN GIGGS (Manchester United & Wales)

The most decorated footballer in the history of the British game, Ryan Giggs’s longevity, coupled with his uncanny ability to reinvent the way he plays, is so remarkable that people could almost be forgiven for forgetting just how good he was in his younger years, when he operated as an out-and-out left winger. Sir Alex Ferguson was left hypnotised the first time he saw Giggs in action as a 13-year-old, famously declaring that it was like watching 'a cocker spaniel chasing a piece of silver paper in the wind'. Boasting electrifying pace, Giggs was able to travel as fast with the ball at his feet as he could without, and he could change direction at breakneck speed, mesmerising defenders in the process. He scored a host of wonderful solo goals in his early years at United, and comparisons with the great George Best were both inevitable and well deserved. His extra-time winner against Arsenal in the 1999 FA Cup semi-final replay is regarded by many as the finest goal ever scored in the famous old competition.

(Honourable mentions: Steve Heighway, John Barnes)

Attacking Midfielder – SIR BOBBY CHARLTON (Manchester United & England)

A part of United’s so-called Holy Trinity of Best-Law-Charlton, Sir Bobby Charlton was a player who could accurately be described as a complete attacking footballer. An excellent dribbler and a wonderful passer, Charlton also possessed a thunderbolt of a shot in either foot, making him an immense threat from almost anywhere in opposition territory. Yet for all his outstanding abilities, Charlton would never allow himself to wallow in personal glory. Having scored three goals to help steer England to the 1966 World Cup final at Wembley, he had no problem placing the needs of the team first when he was asked to stifle the threat of West Germany's young Franz Beckenbauer in the Wembley final. The two greats of the game effectively cancelled each other out and England went on to triumph 4-2 after extra-time. Charlton would later go on to deservedly win the 1966 Ballon d’Or.  He remains both England’s and Manchester United’s record goal scorer.

(Honourable mentions: Paul Scholes, Steven Gerrard)

Second Striker – CRISTIANO RONALDO (Manchester United & Portugal)

If Charlton was the complete attacking player of yesteryear then surely Cristiano Ronaldo is his modern day equivalent – strong, fast, powerful in the air, two-footed, almost ridiculously skilful, and a deadly finisher – Ronaldo has become in recent years nothing short of a goal-scoring phenomenon. The fact that he has matured as a player at Real Madrid (where his goal tally stands at a frankly astounding 210 goals in just 206 games) has no bearing on whether or not he should be considered for this side. Remember that Ronaldo had already helped United win three Premier League crowns, an FA Cup, two League Cups, and a Community Shield, as well as a Champions League and Club World Cup, before he left for the Bernabeu. Add to this that he is also the only player to have won the FIFA World Player of the Year award whilst playing in the Premier League and there can be little argument about his inclusion.

(Honourable mentions: Kevin Keegan, Kenny Dalglish, Eric Cantona, Wayne Rooney)

Centre Forward – IAN RUSH (Liverpool & Wales)

Both sides have produced strikers who possess better strike rates than Rush’s average of 0.52 goals per game. For example, Roger Hunt struck 286 times in 492 games for Liverpool at an average of 0.58 goals per game, whilst Denis Law hit 237 goals in 404 games for United at a strike rate of 0.59. In fact it is Ruud van Nistelrooy who reigns supreme in the strike rate stakes, with a remarkable average of 0.68 goals per game, having found the net 150 times in just 219 matches for United. What sets Rush apart, though, is that he was consistently deadly in front of goal over such a long period of time. In two spells at Liverpool between 1980 and 1996, the Welshman hit 346 goals in 660 games to make him Liverpool’s all-time leading goalscorer. No player has scored more goals for either club than Rush has.

(Honourable mentions: Roger Hunt, Denis Law, Robbie Fowler, Michael Owen, Ruud van Nistelrooy, Fernando Torres)


There you have it, my combined Liverpool-United Best-Ever XI. 

Liverpool fans will no doubt be incredulous that the great Kenny Dalglish doesn't make the side. Many United fans will call for the inclusion of French maestro Eric Cantona. Some might say modern stars like Paul Scholes and Steven Gerrard should be selected ahead of the greats from yesteryear. Others will be aghast that both fearsome leaders Graeme Souness and Roy Keane have been left out. I think my selections are very hard to argue with, though I don't think many would agree with me.

'An old memoria'

I've been troubled recently by events surrounding the Syrian conflict. Particularly by the repeated calls for Western military intervention. When David Cameron and Barack Obama first began speaking of the need for action, like many others, I feared Iraq 2003 might happen all over again.

In the early hours of last Friday morning, when I learned that MPs in the House of Commons had rejected a motion by Cameron to launch military strikes against Syria, I felt a palpable sense of relief.

In the US, Obama is still in the process of attempting to convince Congress to approve such an action. It remains to be seen whether or not the US politicians will display the same restraint as their UK counterparts. Truthfully, it's unlikely that they will.

Watching a video like that, it is easy to understand why many people believe that President Bashar al-Assad and his regime should face the full weight of retribution for their actions.

I am not one of the people who believes that this retribution should come in the form of Western military intervention. This is primarily because more and more evidence is emerging to suggest that many of the rebel fighters are capable of the same kind of brutality and barbarity that Assad's regime has been accused of.

Indeed, there are some suggestions that radical Islamist groups such as the Nusra Front have jihadists embedded within the ranks of the Syrian rebels. And yet, recent reports suggest that Obama is considering providing US military trainers to assist the rebel fighters.

Recent history should be warning enough that misguided US intervention in Middle Eastern conflicts can inadvertently do just as much, if not more, harm than good. For example, funds and arms provided by the Reagan administration throughout the mid- to late-eighties helped mujahideen rebels in Afghanistan drive out Soviet forces, which in turn aided in the downfall of the Soviet-backed Najibullah government in 1992. Some four years later a group called the Taliban had seized power.

It worries me to contemplate just what the repercussions of Western involvement in Syria could be. After all, the Iranians have already warned that any US strikes could potentially plunge the entire Middle East into conflict.

Also, inevitably, I suppose, the whispers have already begun to suggest that the real motive for Western involvement in the crisis is an interest in Middle Eastern oil.

But, why do I even care about any of this? I suddenly asked myself while in the midst of scouring the internet for articles related to the Syrian conflict last Sunday afternoon. Why should I worry about events that are happening thousands of miles away from me, and which I can have no influence over? Why am I sitting here mulling this over instead of looking forward to tonight's episode of The X Factor?

Perhaps it has something to do with my Brethren Sunday school upbringing, and how recent events in the Middle East might be deemed by some to be signs of an impending apocalypse. Interpretations of obscure Biblical prophecies did come to mind. After all, isn't the sound of thunder said to have always struck fear into the heart of James Joyce because his aunt had once told him that it was a sign of God's wrath?

That might well account for my sense of apprehension. But what about that gnawing pain in my gut that I can't quite shake?

That dull ache that surfaces when I try to comprehend how one government could be responsible for causing so much pain and suffering for the very people it's supposed to protect and care for. That twinge that pops up again when I wonder if another government is trying to manipulate its people into believing that it has a moral duty to intervene, when in reality that duty may be no more than a financial one.

But, why can't I just be apathetic?

Why do things like this play on my mind?

Why am I the way I am?

I set about trying to figure out the answers to these questions, and I think I found them in a song. Or, more specifically, in the moment when I first heard that song.

There are five songs that I can think of which just completely knocked me for six the first time I ever heard them.

'Voodoo Child (Slight Return)' by Jimi Hendrix is one.

Johnny Cash's cover of Nine Inch Nails' 'Hurt' is another.

Then there was Jeff Buckley's rendition of Leonard Cohen's 'Hallelujah'.

And, most recently, 'Video Games' by Lana Del Rey.

None of them had quite the same impact as the first one, though.

When I was a kid, I used to tag along with my dad to his work on the odd day during the school holidays. He's a lorry driver, so he starts work early - 7 o'clock some mornings. My mum would have to waken me to make sure I was up and dressed in time to go with him. I would sit up in the cab beside him and we'd talk about football and cars.

Sometimes I'd even help him with the deliveries, when whatever he was delivering wasn't too heavy for me to lift. Then, when it came time to eat, we'd stop at a hot food van in some lay-by somewhere about the country and he'd buy us sausage rolls or bacon and egg sodas.

One day, though, it just so happened that we were close to home around lunch time, so we stopped off at his house to get something to eat. He had Sky TV at a time long before it became as ubiquitous as it is now; at a time when it could still be considered a novelty of sorts.

My mum hadn't got Sky put into our house yet, so every time I went to my dad's I just binged on it. Usually I sat flicking through the smorgasbord of channels, mesmerised by the sheer volume of them. But, this particular day, something killed the flicking. A voice.

A tortured, gravelly, rasping drawl of a voice. A voice that sang about friends, enemies, guns, and memories. Actually, I had no idea what it was singing about. Not then. The words weren't important to me. It was the way in which they were delivered that mattered. I had never heard a voice in which there reigned such intensity and sincerity.

And pain. There's no denying that this was a voice woven with pain. And weariness. The voice of someone who'd been asked to lug around some insupportable burden. A burden which they wouldn't be able to carry for much longer. That voice, it seemed to me that it belonged to someone who'd been shown all that was wrong with the world and then been told that there was nothing they could do to help put any of it right.

That voice belonged, of course, to one Kurt Donald Cobain. I had landed on MTV during my latest channel-hopping escapade, and it just so happened that Nirvana's MTV Unplugged in New York concert was being repeated that afternoon. And it just so happened that I had turned over to it just as Kurt was singing the opening lines of 'Come As You Are'.

I had never heard of Kurt Cobain or Nirvana before that day. I had, however, been introduced to rock music prior to that (by my dad), and I was already beginning to develop a deep-seated hatred for sugary pop music (primarily through a mild obsession with Oasis's (Whats the Story) Morning Glory? album).

It's no surprise, then, that Nirvana's sound, and Cobain's anguished howl in particular, instantly resonated with me. What was unusual, though, was the way in which that song completely captivated me. Not just aurally, but spiritually as well. Everything else around me seemed to fade out at that moment and I was left in a sort of stupor. Everything that I'd heard before then seemed to have been rendered absolutely irrelevant.

Of course, Kurt's voice wasn't really the catalyst for all these thought processes I've mentioned; about carrying burdens, and seeing all that was wrong with the world. Not then. Just as I didn't really understand what he was singing about, so I also couldn't really grasp the complexity of the emotions that his voice had stirred up in me. I was probably only 11 or 12 then. Maybe 13.

What I had understood, though, was that his voice had had a profound effect on me. It had birthed something in me. I mean, forget all the depth and complexity of it for a minute. Its rawness - that alone just punched me right in the centre of my gut. And I suppose that's a blow I'm still reeling from today.

It was like a loss of innocence, a watershed moment in my life; I knew then, even then, that I would never be able to look out at the world in quite the same way again. I had developed a taste for authenticity. I had made a decision, whether conscious or unconscious, that I was going to concern myself with things that actually matter.

That's where the pain comes from.

That's why I can't just be apathetic.

That's why I am the way I am.

My friends often wind me up about the 'cut-your-wrists' music that I listen to. It's depressing, they say, and maybe some of it is. But it also awakens me to the things of consequence. Besides, maybe blindly coasting through life in a happy little bubble of self-imposed obliviousness is an even more depressing way to exist.

'You can hold yourself back from the sufferings of the world, that is something you are free to do and it accords with your nature, but perhaps this very holding back is the one suffering you could avoid.'

          - Franz Kafka