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had to get used to different centre-backs, new full-backs. There was flux. In those circumstances it’s a
great credit to him that he was able to organise that part of the team so well.
This was a time when Peter Kenyon was our chief executive in charge of transfer dealings.
Arsenal’s Patrick Vieira was one we liked a lot. I asked Peter to phone Arsenal to inquire about

Vieira. He told me he had. One day later I mentioned it to David Dein and he looked at me as if I had
horns on my head. There was no recognition of what I was talking about. One of them was playing his
cards close to his chest and, to this day, I have no idea which one it was.
Time and again I had agents phoning me to say, ‘My man would love to play for Manchester
United.’ I never doubted the claim. But I also knew they would have loved to play for Arsenal, Real
Madrid, Bayern Munich and all the other elite teams. Players obviously like to get to the big clubs.
The agent gets more out of it, too. It was in that phase of playing the market that we fixed our gaze on

Verón.
The team was altering. It’s not an easy thing for a manager to see change coming from a long way
down the road. The old back four broke up fastest. When these sudden changes strike, you realise you
don’t necessarily have the backup. Later I made it my policy to plan much further ahead.
Verón was a superb footballer with immense stamina. I confess I found working with Argentinian
footballers quite difficult. There was deep patriotism towards Argentina. They always had the flag

round them. I had no problem with that, but the ones I managed didn’t try particularly hard to speak
English. With Verón it was just, ‘Mister.’
But what a good footballer. His intelligence in the game and his engine were first-rate. The
problem? We couldn’t find a position in which to play him. If we played him in the centre of midfield
he would end up at centre-forward, or wide right, or wide left. He just hunted the ball. We found it
increasingly hard to fit him, Scholes and Keane into a midfield.
Although he played some terrific games for us, you couldn’t see the shape of the team forming. You

couldn’t see the positional stability that you look for normally. Beckham had left us, Ryan was getting
older, as were Roy and Paul, and we were looking for that freshness to give us the impetus to evolve
a bit. Although there were spectacular contributions, Verón just couldn’t play in our team. He was an
individual. He was the sort who, if you played red v. yellow on the training ground, Verón would
play for both teams. He just played everywhere. He went wherever he liked. If I managed him for a
hundred years I wouldn’t know where to play him. He was the wild card, the joker. Somebody once

said to me: ‘Have you ever thought of playing him in a sitting position, holding, in front of the two
centre-backs?’ I replied, ‘Are you dreaming? I can’t get him to stay in any other position, why would
he stay in that one?’ Apparently he had played there for Lazio and been magnificent. But he was a free
bird, flying everywhere.
There were moments when he would take you to the heavens. In one pre-season game he beat a
couple of men on the by-line and knocked it in for Van Nistelrooy to score. He hit a pass for Beckham
with the outside of his foot, and no back lift, and it bent away round the defence. Beckham ran on to it

and lobbed the goalkeeper. In moments he could be sublime. Talent-wise there was absolutely nothing
wrong with him. He had two fine feet, he could run, his control was magnificent, his vision was
brilliant – he just couldn’t fit into the team. The English game was not a barrier to him. He was brave.
He always had the balls to play.
There was talk during his time with us of Verón falling out with other players, but I don’t think he
did, partly because he never spoke to anyone. He was alone in the dressing room. He didn’t speak the

language. He wasn’t antisocial; he just wasn’t a communicator.
I’d come in for work: ‘Morning, Seba.’