To Claire, Arron, Alicia an d Ai den
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FOREWORD
BY SIR ALEX FERGUSON
Manchester United have been blessed down the decades with a galaxy of fantastic footballers, some of the finest ever to walk the earth, and although these words will embarrass a dour, uncomplicated Lancashire man who has no time at all for the fri volities of life, it cannot be doubted tha t P aul Scholes has ear ned his own h onoure d place among the most exalted compa ny.
As the baseline you can take Duncan Edwards, whom Bobby Charlton tells me is the best he ever played with and thats good enough for me. Then you move forward to the unsurpassable Bobby himself; to Denis Law, who was my own hero when I was starting out in the game; and to the irresistible genius that was George Best. More recently, my own time at Old Trafford has been graced by the likes of Bryan Robson, Eric Cantona, Roy Keane, Ryan Giggs and Cristiano Ronaldo, every one of them an all-time great lauded the world over and unquestionably Scholesy i s right up there besid e them.
Thats why he has attracted glowing tributes from such global luminaries as Zinedine Zidane, Patrick Vieira, Thierry Henry and Edgar Davids, all unsolicited by Paul, of course he is one of the most genuinely modest, unassuming individuals I ve ever met but palpably sincere for all th at.
The first time I laid eyes on Paul was when Brian Kidd, who was our youth development officer at the time, brought him to a first-team match along with another lad and they arrived at the door of the dressing room. Kiddo told me theyd be coming so I poked my head out but didnt notice any boys. Where are they? I asked. It turned out they were there all along, but both standing behind Kiddo and so small t hat I couldnt see them.
When Paul started to play you could see exceptional ability, but he was so tiny! One day I turned to my assistant, Jim Ryan, and said, Hes got no chance, hes a midget. Thats become a standing joke. These days, considering all Scholesys achieved, Jim never lets me forget that early assessment, and I have to hold m y
hands up. Mind, he was only about twelve at the time and he took a wee growth spu rt in his early te ens.
Paul went on to be 5ft 7in or so, which is fine for a central midfield player. Look at Xavi, Iniesta, Fabregas theyre not big guys and when we saw Spain dancing the ba ll about in the World Cup, wasnt it fabulo us?
Of course, there was no getting away from the fact that Paul was small for a centre forward, his position when he came to us, and also it was clear that he didnt have the requisite pace for that role. But it wasnt too long before we realised exactly what he was, a midfielder. His extraordinary ability to play the game was never in question. His passing was always exceptional, he could play his way around any opponents in the world and other managers knew that. Once we brought him on as a substitute against Tottenham and immediately Harry Redknapp put on Wilson Palacios to man-mark him. Naturally, th at didnt stop Pa ul.
Some people criticise his tackling but, honestly, he has never been a bad tackler. He isnt a serial offender, never anything criminal and never really hurts anyone. He never misses a lot of games, just one here and there, nothing to worry about over such a marathon career. I know he has this wee competitive spark about him that carries him into rash challenges occasionally, and unfortunately that earns him a reputation. Do I get worried about him sometimes? Absolutely! But funnily enough, if he picks up a booking it is usually okay because he knows the possible consequences of anot her yellow car d.
In fact, he has missed far more time through injuries than suspensions, probably the equivalent of almost two seasons when you add it all up, which puts the 700 or so ga mes he has played for United into vivid perspe ctive.
As a person, Scholesy has an image of being quiet and so he is, but let me tell you that doesnt mean hes dull. Anything but. For instance, hes a ruthless assessor of people. He can sense a fake in a couple of seconds, seeing through all the bull every time. He wont necessarily volunteer his opinion, but if I ask him for a judgement its instant and, where appropriate, absolutely merciless. Theres no messing about, hes a completely black-and-white man, and I really love that about h im.
Weve had all different types of people playing for Manchester United, and not all of them have been as level-headed as Paul. Hes such a wholesome character. You dont have to worry about where he's going in the afternoon after training, he's off back to the hills where he lives with that family of his. Most likely hell be spending his time battering a ball about with his son, Arron. Its a fantastic way t o live and it suits him. Hes got a lovely family and he cherishes it. He guar ds
his privacy strenuously and hes not changed a bit down all the years, despite the remarkable success hes enjoyed.
Theres a wicked humour about Scholesy. For instance, it's never wise to go for a pee anywhere near the side of the training pitch when he's about. I can remember Gary Neville doing just that, trotting a good forty yards away from us and facing a fence. There he was, doing his business, when suddenly whack Scholesys hit him on the back of the head with a sweet right-footer. He really is that accurate. John OShea was another victim, and he was maybe even further away. Whenever I'm on the training ground I'm always wary, because Scholesy's been trying to catch me for years. If the players are behind me, the question is always in my mind: Where are you, Scholesy?