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Sven-Göran Eriksson, English revolutionary He charmed a nation and transcended football

'Life, Kaiser... Life.' (Matteo Ciambelli/DeFodi Images via Getty Images)

'Life, Kaiser... Life.' (Matteo Ciambelli/DeFodi Images via Getty Images)


August 27, 2024   5 mins

First came Carly Zucker, Joe Cole’s fitness instructor girlfriend. Then came a number of other wives and girlfriends as she led them for a run along the canal at the bottom of the park. Behind them was a security team, who themselves were followed by British paparazzi with their foreign colleagues trotting along at the end of the train, eagerly recording the whole circus. This was Baden-Baden during the 2006 World Cup, and Sven-Göran Eriksson’s England at the apogee of the golden generation.

While the players themselves stayed at a remote castle, the WAGs and other family members were billeted at the luxurious Brenners Park Hotel, on one side of which green screens, reminiscent of those they put around stricken horses at the Grand National, were erected so they could sunbathe on the lawns unmolested by the paparazzi. Which meant that when they did venture out, there was a feeding frenzy.

It was unlike any other tournament I’ve covered. On one morning, I went for a run along that path and was almost flattened by a photographer falling out of a tree as he strained for a shot over the screens. At the time, it seemed an entirely mundane occurrence. Every night, after hearing rumours about their location, we’d rush off to see a large group of WAGs at a club or in a bar or dancing on the table at an unsuspecting Italian restaurant, surrounded by their entourages and photographers and reporters, as the well-heeled elderly tourists who comprise much of Baden-Baden’s regular summer population watched on in bemusement. Occasionally, the players would come to visit. Rio Ferdinand pushed in front of me in the queue at a gelateria.

For those journalists fortunate enough to be staying at the Brenners Park — how long ago expense accounts like that seem now — there was a rich harvest to be reaped by hanging around the bar, listening to second-hand accounts of what the players were saying, who was slagging off whom and who was sleeping with whom. It was gossipy, bitchy, enthralling and exhausting. It was the moment when English football definitively became part of celebrity culture, and totally unsuitable for the business of winning a major football tournament. Perhaps in hindsight, even though 9/11 had happened and Iraq had been invaded, there was an air of complacency, everybody high on Germany’s Sommermärchen in the days before the Crash.

England went out in the quarter-final and Eriksson, who died yesterday aged 76, resigned soon after. By then, there was a sense of frustration, a feeling that he had not quite got the most out of a fine group of players cursed by Adam Crozier, the chief executive of the Football Association, with the Golden Generation tag. It felt the off-field activities had become too big a distraction — the affairs, the endless endorsements, the Fake Sheikh sting. Certainly, Eriksson didn’t seem able to deal with the fact that the Golden Generation didn’t really make sense as a team, that one or more needed to be dropped so a less glamorous figure could offer defensive cover, a coherent midfield sacrificed on the altar of celebrity.

But there was no great sense of bitterness. Eriksson was too charming for that. His great strength had been that he didn’t ever seem that bothered by anything, that he treated triumph and defeat alike with a sigh and a drawn-out, “Welllll….” Given his predecessor as England manager Kevin Keegan had tearfully quit in the Wembley toilets after a World Cup qualifying defeat to Germany, such calmness was both welcome and invigorating. What if we treated players like adults? What if management was not about spittle-flecked sergeant-majorly bellowing but about consensus?

Turning to a foreign manager was, effectively, an admission of defeat by England, a recognition the system had failed. Justifiable concerns about whether it was really the done thing for a major footballing nation to appoint a foreigner bled into base xenophobia. Others might have quailed before that. Eriksson shrugged. And it helped, obviously, that he got results.

Towards the end of his first year in the job, in September 2001, 10 days before 9/11, England went to Germany needing a win to have any chance of beating them to the one automatic qualifying slot. Given England had not won in Germany since 1965 and Germany had lost only one of their previous 60 World Cup qualifiers, few gave them much chance. But it was one of those hallucinatory games in which the usual rules seem not to apply. England went behind but then equalised, then took the lead, then kept on scoring, eventually winning 5-1.

Sven, as everybody by then called him, suddenly became a messianic figure who transcended football. Sales of Ericsson mobile phones went through the roof. A 10-year-old boy had his hair cut to resemble Eriksson’s. It took an injury-time David Beckham free-kick against Greece, but England did qualify for the 2002 World Cup ahead of Germany. It was, though, Germany who, having gone through the play-offs, late got through to the final, while England went out to Brazil. Had Beckham not just returned from a fractured metatarsal, might he have made a better fist of stopping the break that led to the equaliser? Perhaps, but Eriksson was never going to drop Beckham.

Yet alongside the celebrity worship, there was a willingness to embrace youth. It was Eriksson who made Wayne Rooney the youngest ever England international before Euro 2004, and until Rooney broke his own metatarsal in the quarter-final, he looked capable of dragging England to glory almost single-handed. As other major names faltered, England looked like potential winners, even if a midfield of Beckham, Steven Gerrard, Frank Lampard and Paul Scholes lacked width on the left, pace on the right and solidity in the middle.

By 2006, in truth, it had all gone a little stale; the porous midfield had become a little too familiar. Eriksson was the first manager to lead England to three successive quarter-finals, but the last was by far the least impressive of them. Treating players like adults, it turned out, led to Baden-Baden. Gareth Southgate’s assessment from the Brazil defeat in 2002 seemed damning: “We needed Churchill but we got Ian Duncan Smith.” England, seeking difference, turned to an Englishman and then to a martinet, but miserable reigns of Steve McClaren and Fabio Capello only served to cast Eriksson’s stint in a rosier light.

To remember only Baden-Baden, though, is to ignore what a great manager Eriksson had been. He was only 30 when, in 1979, he was appointed manager of IFK Gothenburg. He was a revolutionary, heavily influenced by English football and, in particular, by the success of Bobby Houghton with Malmö and Roy Hodgson with Halmstad. It was one thing for English managers to come to Sweden, bin the libero and play with a zonal system, but when a Swede started doing it, it caused an outcry; to some, he may have been too Swedish for England, but he had once been too English for Sweden. One newspaper jokingly printed an advert offering the middle of Gothenburg’s pitch for rent, given Eriksson’s direct style meant it wasn’t much used during games.

“To remember only Baden-Baden, though, is to ignore what a great manager Eriksson had been.”

But it brought two Swedish Cups and a Uefa Cup — the first European trophy ever won by a Scandinavian club — and earned him a move to Benfica, where he won three Portuguese titles and reached a European Cup final. He capped two decades of success in the club game by leading Lazio to only the second Italian league title in their history. And he did it all with a sense that life was there to be lived and that it wasn’t really worth getting too worked up about anything.

Perhaps the most emblematic story came from Didi Hamann, the German midfielder whose goal at Wembley led to Keegan’s resignation and Eriksson’s appointment. He played under Eriksson at Manchester City and recalled one morning on tour in Thailand in 2008. Everybody knew Eriksson was on his way out of the club and Hamann, considering his own future, was sitting pensively alone on a sunlounger by the hotel pool. He looked up and saw Eriksson approaching, carrying a tray on which sat two glasses of champagne. He handed one to Hamman, who asked what they were celebrating.

Eriksson touched his glass to Hamann’s. “Life, Kaiser,” he said, “Life.”


Jonathan Wilson is a columnist for the Guardian, the editor of the Blizzard, the co-host of the podcast It Was What It Was and author of 12 books on football history and one novel.

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Billy Bob
Billy Bob
3 months ago

On his deathbed the poet John Betjeman was asked if he had any regrets.

“I wish I’d had more šex,” he replied.

Not a regret Sven will have had.

Benjamin Dyke
Benjamin Dyke
3 months ago

I live in Torsby, Sweden, where ‘Svennis’, as he’s affectionately known in Sweden, grew up. My mother-in-law’s brother was in school with him, having been born the same year 1948. The fascinating thing is that no-one here bats an eyelid about his ‘private’ life. It’s not really news. What has endeared Svennis to the locals and his compatriots is his global success coming from a small town (5,000) in a rural area (Värmland) in a small country (Sweden – population wise not surface area!) His dad still lives here and goes to watch the local team Torsby IF (they play in the 6th level of Swedish football) every home game even as a 96 yr old. His mum died only a few years ago. Very down to earth people, proud of their son and his achievements. Svennis himself was often at the local restaurants, not being bothered by anyone. When he was recently celebrated at a Torsby IF home game against another local club who he once played for alongside Torsby IF, he said “this is as good as the reception I got in Liverpool” (we were around 700 people compared to what 50,000 or more at Anfield!).
I once went up to Svennis at the inauguration of the football tournament named after him here in Torsby (the Svennis cup), long before he was diagnosed with his illness, and chatted about his time as England boss. He asked me where I came from in England and his eyes lit up when I said all my family come from Liverpool (I didn’t know until this year that him and his dad had supported Liverpool!) but as soon as I told him I supported Everton he shut the conversation down and walked off!!! At the time I wondered what happened!
To make up for it, the last time I chatted with his dad just a couple of weeks ago (whilst waiting for my son who plays for Torsby), he actually wished me ‘I hope Everton have a good season!’
Apologies if these personal anecdotes come across as self-absorbed, my intention was just to give an insight and pay tribute to Svennis, his family and his roots…

Christopher Barclay
Christopher Barclay
3 months ago
Reply to  Benjamin Dyke

” … my intention was just to give an insight and pay tribute to Svennis, his family and his roots…”
You did it.

A D Kent
A D Kent
3 months ago

 Very nice man I’m sure, but Eriksen’s management of the ‘Golden Generation’ was a tremendous wasted opportunity.

His bone-headed refusal to do anything other than play ‘the best players’ all at once, mostly in a pretty rigid 4-4-2, always led to a situation where the whole was much less than the sum of it’s parts.

That he included the, average-at-best, David Beckham in his little group of bestests – ensured quarter-final failure. Eriksen was never going to let Beckham down, but that faith was never repaid. Instead in the World Cup following the pulled-out-of-tackle defeat to Brazil, Beckham entirely selfishly did not tell Eriksen that he had been sick in the morning before a game in the knock-out stages (against Ecuador IIRC), then he was sick on the pitch and had to be substituted after yet another pedestrian display. Still he wasn’t dropped and England failed again.

That Beckham has gone on to fail upwards like the (very much more catastrophic) Tony Blair is why I can’t look back at the 2000s with anything other than sadness nowadays. That is until I think of the 2005 Ashes though…

Dennis Roberts
Dennis Roberts
3 months ago
Reply to  A D Kent

Beckham had his faults but if my memory serves he pretty much carried that England team on his shoulders for the qualification campaign that ended with his goal against Greece.

Sven certainly didn’t get the golden generation to play as a team, and they were a big disappointment in tournaments (especially Beckham). There were endless debates about Gerrard/Lampard but how many would’ve actually dropped one of them? Sadly, most managers would likely have done the same as Sven (the pundits certainly thought you just had to put the best players out too, not that their opinions count for much).

With the benefit of hindsight, and eventual honesty from the players involved, it seems club rivalry was the main cause of England’s poor performances from that time. Which Sven should’ve addressed, but the blame rests with the players too.

andy young
andy young
3 months ago

Bloody wonderful! Insightful article, most entertaining I’ve read on here for ages. And Sven has gone up mightily in my fond memories department.

SIMON WOLF
SIMON WOLF
3 months ago

Erikkson’s record in Seria A was average.His clubs neither overperformed or underperformed their payroll.When Wilson writes he did not drop star players to play a defensive midfielder thats not quite accurate,He played Butt in 2002 after Hargreaves was injured.He was unlucky that Gerard played poorly in both 2004 and 2006 in the defensive midfield position.He also a fantastic back 4 to justify playing Gerard in that role.He was unlucky not to have a top goalkeeper.Seaman was too old in 2002.His main mistake was playing too players who were not fully fit in tournaments which meant England ran out of steam consistently in the 2 nd half.Joke that Southgate criticised Sven’s half time talks given that England were terrible in all 7 second halves of their 2024 tournament