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In Focus: Sebastien Haller

Haller, born on 22nd June 1994, having risen through the ranks at Auxerre made his professional debut on 27th July 2012 in the teams opening league match of the 2012-13 season.

On 24th December 2014, Haller had moved to Dutch Eredivisie side FC Utrecht, initially on loan and then being signed at the end of the season. Haller was voted winner of the Di Tommaso Trophy in 2015 by the supporters – Utrecht’s player of the year award.

By the time Sebastien had signed for Eintracht Frankfurt on 15th may 2017, he had scored 33 goals from 77 appearances, including 15 league goals and 9 assists during the 2018-19 Bundesliga season. Hailed as a goal machine during his time in the Bundesliga, Frankfurt team mate Jonathan de Guzman said after Haller’s point saving contribution against Nuremburg “Bringing in Haller, obviously gives you a bit more strength up front. He can hold the ball, he is big and he showed his quality.”

Haller has been compared to French attacking great David Trezeguet being of similar height and style of play, holding the ball up and setting up teammates if they have a clearer path to goal. Sebastian can score with both feet and is apparently skilled at over head kicks, winning goal of the year in the 2017 season.

Haller then signed for West Ham United on 17th July 2019 for a record fee of £45m on a 5 year deal. Seen as a statement of intent from the club, along with the signings of Anderson, Diop and Fornals. Sebastian definitely came with a great reputation for being a handful and bullying defenders with his physicality. Said to be a highly intelligent player, unselfish and capable of bringing the best of other players around him and also a prolific goalscorer it looked as if Pellegrini was putting together a top six challenging team, certainly some football commentators were suggesting West Ham would be in a battle for European places this season.

After 6 games West Ham stood 5th in the league, above Spurs, Chelsea and Man U and equal on points with Arsenal and only 2 points and 2 places from the top 3. As we know, from the end of September our season imploded and we are left fighting for our Premier League status before the season was put on hold in March this year. At that point, Haller had scored 3 goals, including a brace away to Watford. By the time the season was suspended Haller had scored 7 goals with 1 assist, with 25 shots on target.

Haller said of his move to London Stadium “I thought a lot about European football. I wanted it. But in a career, you have to take everything into account. You have to think holistically. And West Ham was a real opportunity.”

Sebastian also said “The thought of playing in front of 60,000 here was a big attraction, it’s the thing that can push you to give 10 per cent more in every game. As long as the fans are here supporting the team, it’s great.”

But there are reports that Haller has not settled in London and with his son, who was born soon after arriving in London, having health issues that both he and his wife are struggling with its been a difficult time. Previously Haller has been at his best as part of a two or three man striker partnership, whereas at West Ham he is often in an unfamiliar lone striker role. Maybe the pressure of being the clubs record signing and there being no real striker back up if he is injured. This has fuelled rumours that the club are looking to offload the striker, even if his value has dropped, as Moyes evaluates what he needs for next season.

Haller has his critics, but has he become another expensive mistake in the clubs rather chaotic transfer policy? What do we think? Is there any truth to the rumours? Sometimes players take time to settle in the Premier League and of course there is the pressure – has the club done enough to support Haller? Will we see him pull on the claret and blue at the restart of football?


Talking Point

Jurgen Klopp Could Have Saved Us

I’m not sure if I have lost touch with reality whilst I have been in lockdown, but, like Joseph I had a dream and it seems to me we have lost an opportunity to manage the coronavirus pandemic as we would a football club.

First of all, we have the politicians who are the equivalent of the owners of clubs. They haven’t got a clue as to what is going on, but have the ability to throw money at any given situation. The politicians, instead of, like owners, paying a few people a huge amount of money, have decided to pay everyone(their fans) who wants it their wages, whilst these people languish at home. Most owners have never kicked a football in their life and most of the Conservative politicians have never seen the inside of a NHS hospital, paying instead for private health.

So, the politicians who don’t have a clue have brought in the experts, as owners bring in managers. Unfortunately, as it turns out for the UK, these experts are only guessing what can work. They have never played the game before, so are completely unfamiliar with formations and strategies. Instead, they have gone for a 1 10 formation. In other words, complete defence to exonerate them from any blame later.

The trick we have missed is bringing in foreign managers to see us through the crisis.We needed the equivalent of Jurgen Klopp to work out the correct strategy. In the coronavirus epidemic, we need to be at the bottom of the league, not the top. Perhaps Avram Grant would have been a good choice. A German would have been fine, but a South Korean would have been better.

In respect to West Ham, the club has skills to help the country face the challenges that confront us. With so many people at home craving entertainment, we could have relied on the skills of David Sullivan to produce pornographic videos to entertain the masses and ensure we did not get a dip in population due to the crisis.. David Gold could be employed to turn a Rolls Royce factory into a giant dildo manufacturer.Karen Brady’s skills could have been used to get sponsorship. For example, in order to praise the NHS, a company would have needed to pay a fee and their name would be displayed alongside the message.Betting companies could pay for the right to gamble on how many deaths we have each day. It may sound a bit macabre, but Karen would be just the person to carry this out.

Sepp Blatter should be appointed the Chairman of the WHO and his job would be to have a closed auction to bid for the first batches of vaccine. Each country would be encouraged to put forward their arguments for being the winner, before we discover that Russia has won.

Meanwhile, the Premier League could be decided by having just a penalty shootout competition with the penalties being taken by the mascots of each club, since they already wear the PPE to ensure no one is endangered. Sky and BT would still have to pay £750 million for the privilege of the TV rights, otherwise the 2020-21 would be given to the Saudis for free, as they are pirates and weren’t paying for anything in the first place. A lottery would decide what season ticket holders could attend, as fans would have to sit 2 metres apart.

To replace football on TV, we could use VAR combined with drones to decide if people are breaking the lockdown rules and keeping social distancing. Replays would decide whether rules have been broken and a former police commissioner could give his opinion.

Goal of the month could be replaced by Whopper of the Month deciding which politician had told the greatest lie during the pandemic. Instead of those coronavirus updates everyday at 5.00pm, we should have Coronavirus of the Day presented by Gary Linekar with Alan Shearer, who puts me to sleep every Saturday evening and could perhaps put the nation to sleep for the rest of the pandemic.


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Through the Lens: Photographs From The Past Part 8: Geoff Hurst Headed Goal 1964 FA Cup Final

The 83rd FA Cup final took place at Wembley Stadium on 2nd May 1964 between West Ham United and Preston North End. The Hammers, captained by Bobby Moore and managed by Ron Greenwood has seen off Charlton Athletic, Leyton Orient – although through a replay, Swindon and Burnley in the previous rounds to earn a semi final place against Manchester United at Hillsborough on 14th March of that year. The Hammers first semi final appearance for 31 years.

The Hammers came away 3-1 winners to set up the final with Preston North End, who had beaten Swansea Town in the other semi final at Villa Park. In front of a 65,000 crowd the Hammers were the underdogs playing against the stars of Man United that included George Best, Bobby Charlton and Denis Law. Much has been said about the state of the pitch for the game with the headline ‘Boyce is Hero of Cup Mudbath’, but no one can argue with Boyce’s performance and of the Hammers defence against the Division 1 Champions, scoring his only brace for the club.

Ronnie Boyce had put the Hammers 2-0 before Denis Law gave Manchester a life line by scoring against Jim Standen, whom he had collided with earlier. But with West Ham pouring forward, the match was sealed through a Geoff Hurst goal to take them through to the final against Preston North End. Greenwood booked the team a dinning carriage for the return journey on the train to London, but for plenty of Hammers fan to crowd in a join them. Sir Geoff Hurst recalls “My best memory of the successful FA Cup run was beating Manchester United 3-1 in the semi-final at Hillsborough.”

But the Hammers, now favourites to win against second Division Preston North End, found themselves behind twice during an exciting match played out in front of a packed Wembley Stadium. 10mins in Preston went ahead after a short passing move between Kendall and Lawton that found Dawson who put in a low cross that Standen fumbled for winger Doug Holden to have an easy shot on goal. It was a deserved lead but lasted just a minute and with the Hammers pressing for an equaliser saw a great one two between Sissons and Budgie Byrne. Sissons collected the pass and fires a shot from inside the Preston penalty area beyond the diving Alan Kelly to make it 1-1.

But Dawson was to gain the advantage for Preston just before the break from a Wilson corner that left both Standen and Brown stranded as Dawson fired in a header to make it 2-1. The second Division side were clearly pushing for a win and we can only imagine what the changing room was like for the West Ham players as Greenwood looked to send them out for the second half for an historic victory.

52 minutes into the match and the Hammers are back on level terms as Bradbrook’s right wing corner for Brown to out jump Dawson and head the ball on to Hurst, whose own looping header hits the crossbar and rebounds off keeper Kelly and rolls in to the net to make it 2-2. This sets up a tense finale to the game where the next goal would settle the game.

On 90 minutes, the match looking as if it will go to extra time, saw the Hammers players pushed for a winner, despite their tired legs. Standen’s goal kick found Hurst in the Preston North End half, taking the ball diagonally Hurst finds Brabrook who sent in an absolutely perfect cross to the far post where Boyce timed his run to meet the ball and head in the winning goal.

Hurst again recalls “Ronnie Boyce, one of our midfielders, who rarely scored, got two in the semi-final and the winner in the Final against Preston North End. I got the equaliser in the Final to make it 2-2, when the ball hit the bar and crept over the line. A rehearsal for what was to happen two years later back at Wembley!”

West Ham’s first FA Cup final win was commemorated with a parade with the streets lined with celebrating fans as an open topped coach carried the players through Plaistow via Balam Street, along Barking Road, up High Street North, then Romford Road before turning into Green Street and on to the Boleyn Ground.

The Hammers were to return to Wembley the following year to play 1860 Munich in the final of the European Cup Winners Cup securing a 2-0 victory.

There are plenty of excellent images form this game but this is also a great image of Hurst scoring the equaliser at Wembley. There must have been several shots of this, but I really like how Geoff’s head is visible beyond the hand of the defenders as he comes back down from rising above everyone. HIs eyes fixed on where the ball is going. Another great composition as you have three bands running across the frame – the stadium at the top packed with fans, the players scattered across the frame and the pitch below that balances well with the stadium. The balls creates that visual dynamic and you just know that it is goal bound without seeing the goal posts. Great shot that captures that split second moment before the crowd cheer and the players celebrate a few seconds later.

You can watch highlights of the match here:


Guest Post

Life, the universe and everything …… Part 4

Guest Post by Beniron

It’s 1973, I’ve just seen the careers master (remember grammar school, so teachers were given grandiose titles, he was just a teacher not an expert in job placement etc). Being a grammar school the questions went like this:

“Do you want to go to University?”

I didn’t tell you this but I was quite a clever lad, always top or in the top 2 / 3 of the year, university was something I was really interested in but reality in those days was you needed money, you could get a grant but that only covered less than a quarter of costs, we never had a summer holiday away so university was a no.

“No.”

I replied.

“Do you want to work in banking?”

Our school had a very special relationship with some big banks in the city.

“No – I’d like to get an apprenticeship in engineering.“

I replied. This in effect put paid to me staying on to do 6th form!

“You need to make an appointment with the careers officer.”

He said and that was my interview over!

I don’t know how it worked elsewhere but in Poplar (I suppose Tower Hamlets) there was a careers office run by the council on East India Dock Road, next to the Doctor Barnardo’s house at Limehouse.

It was just up the road from my school, so I was given time off to go up there. The fella was a smashing bloke, smoked like a chimney but was always trying to help. He got me an interview with 5 companies and I passed all of them – so I had job offers from Marconi, STC, Plessey, GEC and GPO engineering (now BT).

I was like a pig in poo, I’d cracked it. My initial thoughts were that STC and Plessey were nearest being in Ilford, the Marconi job was out in the wilds – Chelmsford, GEC – Basildon, and GPO in London. I opted for GPO engineering – turns out all the other companies went bust or were taken over and stripped over the coming years – so the lure of women and beer in the city saved me!

Even better was that I joined the part that looked after international telecoms, I’ll explain why some other time.

So future sorted – no mean feat at that time, we were known as the sick man of Europe: strikes, unemployment, 3 day week, everything. The Tories had just taken us into the Common Market (EU) and the country was not a happy place.

Having said that the ’70s were also a great time to be young in East London, the pubs along Whitechapel, Bethnal Green Roads, Stepney, Hackney were great; Old Globe, Black Boy, Jug House, Carpenters, Tipples, Green Gate, Hospital Tavern, Blind Beggar ..… oh happy days. Clubs you had Snobs, Benjy’s, Spooky Lady, Cherries, Room at the Top, and you could venture up West.

Saturdays were great, meet in the pub for a few if we were at home and off to the match – if not, in the bookies until the pub opened again. Simple but enjoyable, I can only assume beer was weak as piss back then as we used to go out mob handed (15-20 of us) and virtually everyone bought a round, I think our record was 17 pints of Worthington E in one night!

This next part was going to touch on the politics and social issues of the time but after recent events I’ll leave that to when the pubs open again! Suffice to say there was a touch of extremism everywhere, National Front at football grounds recruiting and selling the Bulldog mag. Trade Unions marching and striking – the Labour party got in and had a referendum on EU membership in ’75 and the country overwhelmingly voted to stay in (67%) despite most of the Labour Party campaigning to leave (it’s ironic that throughout this period the Labour Party, which was then more to the left, consistently opposed membership of the EU as they saw it supporting big multinational business, whilst the Tory party, which was then more traditional right wing, campaigned to stay!)

The consistency for us was football, John Lyall was to take over from Ron Greenwood. There will always be the debate over greatest manager for us, my view is that it was Greenwood by a nose. He was a ground-breaker in terms of thinking and coaching and won us an FA cup and the European CWC trophy and was joint manager with Lyall for the ’75 win. John got us two trophies but also got relegated twice. What elevates John to being close to Ron was the ‘86 season, something I’ll never forget especially as it eventually led to me proposing to my missus!

There were great games in those days, my first away game was Chelsea in ’73/74 – 2 nil down at half time, won 4-2. Perfect introduction, even though I thought Stamford Bridge was a crap hole and getting away was a bit naughty. New Year’s Day – terrible hang over but we beat Norwich, I can’t remember the score but Brooking scored a wonderful curling goal, but once again we were consistently inconsistent and were fighting relegation. Mervyn Day was the find of the season and after the Ipswich game mid-week that we won 3-1 Lyall said he could be the keeper for the next 10 years …

We escaped by the skin of our teeth again, we sold Bobby Moore a couple of weeks after Best had gone to Fulham. After Moore left we lost 3 out of 18 league games, whilst all were disappointed in him going and I don’t think it looked good. At the time I didn’t realise that maybe it was right for the footballing side of things but my heart said keep him and give him a coaching role or something, but who knows perhaps Bobby wanted to carry on playing? And the next season will soon be along.

And what a season, it started off reasonably well – in fact by Boxing Day if we had beat Spurs in an early kick off we would have been top of the league! But we drew, but still in the top half a dozen so not bad first half of the season. After that it was usual West Ham, win one, lose one, draw one, but the cup had started. I was going to most games now and the cup run was something we were all looking forward to – the more things change the more they stay the same to paraphrase the French fella!

Beat the Saints first up, courtesy of some dodgy keeping, good away day at the Dell back then, lovely little ground, next up Swindon at home – easy.

No, wasn’t easy, but a cracking tie, drew 1-1 at Upton Park and to be fair to Swindon I’m not sure how our goal stood. Tommy Taylor was holding everyone back as Jennings scored, but that’s life and luck of the cup. Swindon equalised and we went to their place the following Tuesday, I couldn’t get there as I was on a course, but had it on the radio, it sounded better that the first game and we came from behind to win.

QPR next and probably the only game of that cup run where I relaxed. Despite the poor start we won it 2-1. Big boys next – Arsenal at Highbury, I managed to get a ticket but we were all surprised by Alan Taylor coming in for Patsy Holland, who not only had scored in the last couple of rounds but came from Poplar and was in the same class as my brother years back! What a stupid decision.

Anyway, typical London derby, we went 1-0 up and the singing was loud, trust me; then just before half time Mervyn Day tackles that eventual West Ham legend John Radford with what can only be described as a rugby tackle. We thought the worst but the ref gave nothing! Just after half time Alan Taylor scores his best goal I saw during his time at West Ham to make it 2-0, I knew he would come good the young lad!

We’re in the semi- final, another away day somewhere! Back in the league we beat Burnley, I think it was the next game, then didn’t win again until the last game of the season! Fortunately we never quite got dragged into a relegation scrap.

Semi Final day – Villa Park, we are at the mound end – basically a grass embankment, but great atmosphere. For the record I’d had a few beers but I can honestly say if it was a boxing match the ref would have stopped it. Ipswich lost both centre halves and there was only one sub in those days, so were at 10 men for a while but they battered us, we even had to clear one off the line in the last minute – phew lucky escape. Next game 4 days later at Chelsea, it can’t be as bad as the first match, well not quite but we were still second best, Taylor scores again to put us 1-0 up. Ipswich come at us again (I think they had at least 2 goals disallowed) then we score an OG, I can’t remember if it was Gould or Jennings. 1-1 at half time, second half was much the same but the little fella Taylor (I always said he was a star!) comes up with another cracker in the last 5 mins – we’re all going to Wembley!

In those days to get a ticket there was a draw, plus you had the chance by queuing up at the ground. There were about 10 of us that used to go regular, it was going to be tough to all get a ticket. By some chance we did – two of us were in the Fulham end, the rest scattered around the ground. Bobby Moore led Fulham out – bit of a tearjerker tbh. The game started and to be fair to Fulham they played well, the better team to be honest, but they had a keeper of similar ability to Allen McKnight that day – he fumbles two in 5 minutes and that little maestro Taylor pops up to score ‘em both – see I told you he was great – oh ye of little faith! Rest of the game played out with us under a little pressure but no danger.

Got back to East London in the Old Globe at Stepney Green giving it large, cracking night and back to a party somewhere near Chrisp Street afterwards, absolutely mullered but up the next day to see the parade! What a season!

The next year was Europe, the league was happening in the background along with the cups to be fair. First round, some Finnish team, we drew 2-2 away coming from behind twice, Day looked uncomfortable. Second leg at home, we left it late but ended up comfortable 3- 0 winners. The next round saw us paired against Ararat Yerevan (I hope that’s how you spell it), this competition was also improving my geography! They were in the then USSR but I think they are Armenian? This again was a draw away, win at home. I don’t know if I’ve got it right but I think this was the one where one of their players heads it out of Day’s hands whilst he’s standing holding the ball! I don’t know if there’s any footage anywhere? Anyway, comfortable winners at home, 3-1 through to the business end of the comp.

Next came Den Haag from Holland – strange away game that we lost 4-2 with the ref getting stick from all around, 2 dodgy penalties to them – ref seemed a right homer! The home leg again was comfortable as we went 3-0 up at half time and I recall they played the offside trap very high and got it right. Squeaky bum time at the end as they scored with about 25 mins to go, but all good, ended 3-1 and through on away goals, semi-final here we come!

Eintracht Frankfurt next, they were at the time one of the top teams, they’d won every leg home and away, it was a tough draw. I’d been trying to get away tickets for these games all season but was struggling and with work it made it difficult. I got the time off for the away leg but couldn’t get a ticket anywhere, we got beat in the first leg but got a crucial away goal, back to the Boleyn under the lights.

Now people talk about night games being special but let me tell you that home leg was unbelievable, it was packed to the rafters, I can’t do it justice as I would run out of superlatives but it was the best game I’d seen for years and the floodlights made it special. They were playing well early doors and we didn’t create too many clear chances in the first half; in fact if I’m being honest after 15 mins we could have been out of it but ol’ Merv pulled off a couple of good saves. Second half and early on Brooking scored to put us ahead on away goals – the place was rocking. Robson curled a beauty, a 30 yarder at least, 2-0 up and 3-2 on agg, Brooking gets another and the place is wild. Then they score with about 5 mins to go, 4-3 on agg but if they score again they go through on away goals. I’m sure the crowd saw West Ham home that night we were the 12th, 13th and 14th man it was crazy, the final whistle goes and that’s it we’re in the final!!!!

I got a ticket to the final, it was in the Heysel Stadium against Anderlecht so they were at ‘home’. The journey there by coach was overnight but we had some beers on the coach and on the boat and got there about 2 o’clock in the afternoon. The ground is in or by the park that housed one of the Expos with a massive structure called the Atomium nearby, also a couple of bars!

There were quite a few, shall we say, ‘disagreements’ all around town and the ground was falling apart (this was years before the Liverpool incident), the segregation was chicken wire fences but the posts could be pulled out the ground. I also found out years later when I worked in Amsterdam that there were quite a few Dutch ‘fans’ there helping to settle the ‘disagreements’.

Neutrals will tell you it was the best European final to date – I can understand that but to me it was horrible. We started off so well – Holland put us 1-0 up, they equalise just before half time through Rensenbrink, then Van der Elst puts them 2-1 up (we signed him later), we equalise – a real game. Now I’m thinking “we can do this” but almost straight after we give away a penalty and go 3-2 down with 15 mins or so to go, we try and claw it back but with 5 minutes left Van der Elst scores again.

Our coach was leaving after the game and a few people didn’t make it back onto the coach for whatever reason and ended up in some state run hotels, so to speak. A miserable journey home, got back mid-morning and had work the next day so I went down the pub with my pals to drown our sorrows.

The rest of the ’70s were a let down on the football front. The next year was a struggle, the year after John Lyall took sole charge as Greenwood took the England job. Relegation in his first season in charge but in those days clubs stuck by the boss and we had some great days in the 2nd Division. This was before the Premiership so players stuck with clubs as well. The 2nd division was a setback, not a disaster and you got to see more wins. We also got rid of some crap that we’d bought in the last couple of years – Derek Hales, John Radford etc, what a waste those two were!

I’ll end on the ‘78-79 season, we finished 5th so no promotion. We got beat by Newport County in the FA Cup third round (I told you the more things change!), got beat by Swindon in the League Cup 1st round.

Our last game of the season was away to Millwall – we had nothing to play for as we couldn’t get promotion, they needed to win their last 3 games to stay up – so we could have relegated them! We lost – what a shit season!


Nostalgia

On This Day, 15th May: Happy Birthday Paul Konchesky

Happy 39th Birthday Paul Konchesky

Paul Konchesky was born in Barking on 15th May 1981 (the exact same day as another former Hammers left-back, Patrice Evra) and went to school in Dagenham. He was a product of the Senrab club, which also produced the likes of John Terry and Jermain Defoe. Konchesky attended the West Ham United Academy as a youngster and was a season-ticket holder at the club who idolised Julian Dicks.

Konchesky joined Charlton at the age of 16 and became the club’s youngest ever player in 1997, a record since broken by Jonjo Shelvey. He sent a penalty over the bar against West Ham in a 2-0 defeat for Charlton at Upton Park in April 2002. The 21-year-old Konchesky made his England debut at the Boleyn Ground under Sven-Goran Eriksson in a 3-1 friendly defeat to Australia in February 2003. He joined Tottenham on loan in the summer of 2003 but was recalled in December of that year due to an injury crisis at his parent club.

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Konchesky remained at Charlton until the summer of 2005 when he signed for Alan Pardew’s newly-promoted West Ham United for a fee of £1.5m. The 24-year-old made his West Ham debut on the opening day of the 2005/06 season, in a 3-1 home win against Blackburn on 13th August 2005. He was sent off in his next game, a 0-0 draw at Newcastle the following week, although the red card was later rescinded. He won his second and final England cap in a 3-2 friendly win over Argentina in November 2005 and scored his first goal for West Ham in a 2-0 home win over Sunderland on 4th February 2006. His second and final goal for the club, in the 2006 FA Cup Final in Cardiff, so nearly saw the Hammers lift the trophy before Steven Gerrard’s late intervention; Konchesky saw his penalty saved in the shoot-out as Liverpool won the FA Cup following a 3-3 draw. Both of Konchesky’s goals for West Ham can be viewed in my video below.

Having made 45 appearances in his first season at West Ham, a loss of form for both Konchesky and the Hammers team saw him make just 25 appearances in 2006/07, with new signing George McCartney increasingly preferred in the starting line-up. Konchesky’s former manager at Charlton, Alan Curbishley, took over midway through the campaign and Konchesky was sent off in Curbishley’s second match in charge, a goalless draw at Fulham on 23rd December 2006. His final appearance for the club came in a 4-3 home defeat to Tottenham on 4th March 2007.

Konchesky signed for Fulham for a fee of £3.6m in July 2007, having scored two goals in 70 appearances for West Ham United. He scored the BBC’s Goal of the Month in January 2009 against his old club at Upton Park, a game which saw the Hammers triumph 3-1. Having appeared for Fulham in the Europa League Final against Atletico Madrid, Konchesky followed manager Roy Hodgson to Anfield, signing for Liverpool for £3.7m on August transfer deadline day in 2010.

With Kenny Dalglish taking over as Liverpool manager, Konchesky joined Nottingham Forest on loan in January 2011 for the second half of the 2010/11 season. He joined Leicester in a permanent move at the end of that season. Konchesky spent the 2015/16 campaign on loan at QPR and joined Gillingham in a permanent move in the summer of 2016. He dropped down to the Isthmian League Premier Division to join Billericay Town in February 2017 and had a short spell with East Thurrock United of the National League South in the summer of 2018.

39 today, Konchesky owns Konch’s Kafe in Brentwood and is a patron of Stacey’s Smiles, a charity which provides treats and wishes for children with neuroblastoma.


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