“There was no Scottish striker better than me at the time, there was nobody to take my position. I’d have been in every single squad for fourteen years. I feel I had the ability to break all records for Scotland.”
Like many strikers, there’s no doubting Ferguson’s ego and self-confidence though the facts and stats seem to suggest otherwise. He went to Rangers for a then British transfer record fee of £4 million in 1993, and was far from a success there. As well at one stage going more than 700 minutes without a goal for the club, at the end of his short time there he managed a mere, “22 games in total, half of them starts, and only 5 goals.”
Over his entire career he only managed 126 goals in 423 games – in another words averaging less than a goal every three games, not a particularly impressive record for any centre forward, let alone one who claims to be so great. According to one journalist, “His 192 minutes of play in 2002–03 as a goalless substitute cost the club £9,000 per minute.”
Ferguson has the unsavoury title of being the first British footballer ever to be imprisoned for something that happened on the pitch. Three months, though he only served 44 days. This seems harsh considering that earlier in the year of his sentencing, Eric Cantona violently attacked a young fan and was given a paltry 120 days of community service, which consisted of teaching kids football at Man Utd training ground. But there’s a lot more to it…
Without question media hysteria and other hidden agendas played a part in getting Ferguson arrested, but also unlike Cantona, off the pitch Ferguson had accrued quite a record and reputation for violence, including head-butting a police officer, which is why he was on probation. Bearing in mind this was the same guy who was arrested and spent a night in jail for drink driving within only weeks of arriving in Liverpool.
Yet he’s genuinely astonished and consumed with self-pity when he’s given a comparatively small sentence when his long history of criminality catches up with him and he’s confronted with the reality check of being treated like everyone else. Why should he be immune from jail time, just because of his huge personal income and celebrity status?...Yes the SFA, like most FAs around the world, were wildly out of touch with the reality and were more interested in demonstrating their power, no matter how vindictive and disproportionate that proved to be, but ultimately the buck has to stop with Ferguson.
But he seems to be under the impression that claiming “I was young and daft” or “I was no Snow White” are enough to excuse or absolve him. Ferguson goes to great and repeated length to tell us how nice and generous he is, and no doubt he has those traits, but in the end so often this reads like one long list of excuses, about his reckless behaviour - anger issues and him assaulting others, falling out with others etc. Ferguson certainly suffered many injuries throughout his career, but as he admits himself, too many late nights and too much drinking played a crucial part.
But self-delusion, self-pity and naivety (paying £20’000 for a fake Rolex, wearing it for 20 years and not realising until he took it to the pawn shop?) rule so much of his outlook, add to this his immaturity, petulance and regular contradictions, it’s no wonder he was such a troubled soul on the pitch. His mood swings and persecution complex seem to have been a constant throughout his career and hearing a self-pitying (former) multi-millionaire complain about losing money in a grand tax avoidance scheme is just pathetic. One scheme apparently involved no less than 129 footballers including Beckham, Rooney, Lineker and Gerard, as if all these greedy millionaires didn’t have enough?...
Ferguson was clearly a good, strong player and the times when he was fit and on form, he showed many moments of greatness. But for a number of reasons over his career he never showed enough consistency or reliability to be in the same league as the greats and goal scorers he believes himself to be in. I actually found this book pretty depressing and in the end you can’t help think that his legacy is more one of what could have been, rather than what he actually achieved.