Football Dynasty-Chapter 285: Managerial Dilemma

The episode with Arsenal, David Dein, and Arsène Wenger caused little disturbance for Manchester City or Richard. What truly mattered was that they secured all three points with a commanding 4–0 victory.

At the same time, many things had already happened in the Premier League, as the fixtures continued to roll on.

Manchester City successfully wrapped up their October fixtures with a perfect record, securing victories over Everton, Coventry City, and Blackburn Rovers in the Premier League, followed by a win against Bury in the second round of the League Cup.

It was a flawless October—four matches, four wins, no missteps—a month that solidified City’s rhythm and reinforced Richard’s grip on the squad’s momentum.

Unexpectedly, following their defeat, Ray Harford resigned as manager of Blackburn Rovers. Just 18 months after lifting the Premier League title, Blackburn now found themselves at the bottom of the table. In the wake of Harford’s departure, coach Tony Parkes was appointed as caretaker manager for the remainder of the season.

And if that wasn’t enough, the Premier League was rocked by another shock: Newcastle United stunned Manchester United with a resounding 5–0 victory. The result not only sent shockwaves through English football, but also brought an abrupt end to the division’s longest unbeaten start to the season.

Meanwhile, in London—particularly at Arsenal—major changes were brewing. Bruce Rioch was finally sacked after just one year in charge, following a string of poor performances in the Premier League. Then, the name everyone had been waiting for finally arrived—

The Professor: Arsène Wenger!

After being named the J.League Manager of the Year in 1995, Arsène Wenger guided Nagoya Grampus Eight to their first major silverware, defeating Sanfrecce Hiroshima to win the prestigious Emperor’s Cup.

Just two months later, Nagoya added the Japanese Super Cup to their cabinet with a 2–0 victory over Yokohama Marinos. These back-to-back triumphs not only elevated Nagoya’s standing in Japanese football but also significantly enhanced Wenger’s own reputation.

For Wenger, the sudden flood of praise and admiration in Japan was unexpected. Known for his modesty and meticulous nature, he found the idolisation somewhat surreal—but he handled it with his characteristic calm.

Around this time, his former club, Strasbourg, approached him with an offer to return as manager. Wenger respectfully declined.

He had already been contacted by David Dein—and Arsenal was calling.

However, Wenger’s arrival in North London wasn’t met with universal excitement. Far from it. Among the players, the press, and even sections of the fanbase, there was perplexity, doubt, and even skepticism.

"Arsène who?" became a popular headline.

Because there were even rumors reported by Glenn Moore in The Independent, claiming that—unlike his predecessors—Arsène Wenger was given full control over transfers, contracts, and training sessions, with the Arsenal board choosing not to interfere in team affairs.

Not only that, but reports also surfaced that Arsenal players were forbidden to drink on days off and even in the players’ lounge. Wenger had also promoted the tradition of pasta as the pre-match meal, instead promoting boiled chicken over red meat, and discouraging junk food entirely.

Behind that quiet demeanor was a revolutionary. And it wouldn’t take long before The Professor began rewriting the culture, the style, and the very fabric of Arsenal Football Club.

Players were even offered optional vitamin injections and creatine supplements—measures that reduced fatigue and improved stamina. This was groundbreaking at the time; it was the first time a football club was publicly known to operate with such scientific discipline.

Richard sneered at the headlines.

Thankfully, he had already shut down the Maine Road training ground.

Back in Manchester, Richard sat in his office, reading the newspaper coverage about Wenger.He shook his head slowly and sneered at the headlines.

"Foolish media," he muttered.

Thankfully, he had already shut down the Maine Road lounge and tightened control inside the training facilities. No paparazzi, no curious eyes—no one could see what was really happening behind the walls of Manchester City.

After finishing the morning paper—filled with headlines about the Premier League’s latest upheavals—Richard folded it neatly, placed it on his desk, and reached for his coat. Without a word, he left his office and made his way to the training ground.

The air was crisp. The pitch, freshly cut. And the mood—tense, but focused. At the far end, the full coaching staff was already present, including O’Neill and Ramm Mylvaganam.

The agenda for today: Thierry Henry and Ronaldo.

Both were world-class forwards—undeniable gems for Manchester City.Only... there was a problem.

Territorial Conflict.

Both Thierry Henry and Cristiano Ronaldo preferred the left. They naturally drifted into the same areas of the pitch.

Not to mention, when you added Zambrotta or Capdevila into the mix, it meant three players occupying the left flank, causing severe congestion. The space became crowded, the rhythm of the attack disrupted—and while there was no open conflict, the atmosphere began to grow tense.

Who leads the attack on the left?

Both Henry and Ronaldo would have to learn to sacrifice.

Or perhaps... one of them would eventually leave the club, unable to coexist.

Richard rejected that idea. He believed there had to be another way.

This is why Ramm Mylvaganam’s presence was crucial in handling the situation.

O’Neill and Robertson sat both players down and said, "This team isn’t about whose name shines brighter. It’s about balance. You’re both stars—but stars only shine if they don’t collide."

Both Henry and Ronaldo listened, but felt helpless. It was easy to say the right things, but the reality on the pitch was different.

Both preferred to start wide on the left and cut inside.

They relied on space to accelerate, and more importantly, they both operated in the same vertical channel: left wing → inside-left half-space → top of the box. In other words, for two world-class attackers, the pitch suddenly felt one lane too narrow.

While the rest of the coaching staff wrestled with the dilemma, Richard wasn’t troubled. He had already seen the problem—and more importantly, he understood the solution.

The key was Ronaldo.

To truly unlock the situation, one had to understand Ronaldo’s evolution. His transition from a wide dribbler to a central striker is one of the most fascinating natural progressions in football history. He began as a player who relied heavily on pace, dribbling, and flair—isolating fullbacks, beating them in 1v1s, and cutting inside to shoot. But over time, he grew into a role of freedom between the lines.

Of course, Richard didn’t come to this realization alone.

It was the legacy of Bobby Robson, who first gave Ronaldo that tactical freedom at Barcelona. And later, at Inter Milan, as Ronaldo began to lose some of his explosiveness, he transitioned fully into a classic No.9—a central force, a striker who could still drift left but now started centrally.

This version of Ronaldo didn’t need to clash with Henry. He just needed the right system—and the maturity to adapt.

Of course, such an adaptation came with its own challenges—and this was no small one.It was a serious question: Would Henry be willing to play as a winger, when he had essentially joined City on the promise of being a striker?

"Thierry, you’re not just a forward—you’re a reader of space. That’s why this works."

It was Ramm Mylvaganam who took the lead, placing a VHS tape into the player. Together, the staff and Henry watched footage of him dominating, especially in the first goal against Arsenal.

Robertson, never one for persuasive speeches, stepped aside. Richard handed the responsibility to O’Neill for the critical one-on-one conversation.

O’Neill spoke calmly but with conviction.

"If I asked any other player to do this, I’d be asking them to sacrifice. But you, Thierry—you’re one of the few who can make it a weapon. You’re one of the rare players in the world who can both create and finish with equal brilliance. If we use you wide, you stretch defenses. You draw markers. You create gravity. Ronaldo finishes—but you control the tempo. We build around you."

The most important things are to avoid damaging his ego and let him see it for himself—before turning sacrifice into status.

As O’Neill spoke, Mylvaganam cued up clips that proved the point—scenes where Henry drifting wide pulled defenders, opened lanes for strikers and midfielders, and broke defensive shape.

And then, O’Neill added the final line—measured, but powerful.

"People remember the goals. But what makes legends? Players who change the game for others. You can do that, Thierry. This isn’t just about where you play—it’s about the impact you leave behind."

There was a long silence. Henry didn’t speak immediately. O’Neill leaned forward.

"Let’s test it in training. If it doesn’t work, we’ll adapt."

Thanks to the matches against Everton, Coventry City, and Blackburn, City finally discovered the problem on their left flank involving Henry and Ronaldo.

Now, it’s just a matter of fixing it.

The next day at Maine Road, the afternoon sun stretched long shadows across the pitch as the squad assembled on the grass.

Richard stood in the stands, quietly observing while the coaching staff took their places at the edge of the full-sized pitch. This was Shadow Play & Shape Drills—football stripped down to its movements and meaning.

"Positions!" Robertson called, and the players moved like chess pieces into their roles.

Henry stood wide on the left, just inside the touchline. Ronaldo took his place up top, central, poised like a coiled spring. Capdevila was behind Henry, ready to overlap. The midfield trio hovered deeper, alert to shift when the moment came.

"Walk through it—slow," O’Neill called from the sideline. "Let your bodies learn the geometry."

The movement began.

Henry drifted inward, slicing diagonally into the inside-left channel.Ronaldo saw the shift and instinctively dropped half a step, drawing a center-back with him.Capdevila surged down the flank into the space Henry had vacated, pulling the opposing fullback wide.

Lennon reacted smoothly—shading left to cover the zone Henry had left behind, while the right-sided midfielder pushed forward to maintain vertical balance.

O’Neill blew his whistle and raised a hand to halt the drill.

"Thierry—right there," he said, pointing toward the Frenchman and gesturing to the space he had just moved through. "You’ve pulled the right-back with you. That’s Capdevila’s lane now. You don’t have to beat the world. Just glide inside and you’ve opened this pocket—see it?"

Henry glanced at the space between two cones representing the defensive line.

"For you—or for him," Robertson added, nodding toward Ronaldo, now central and unmarked.

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"Again," O’Neill said. "Same pattern. Make it second nature."

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The players reset. And once more, without the ball, they rehearsed for the next fixture.

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