While it is notoriously difficult to define or even divine the ultimate
historical importance of on-going situations, the summer of 2007 must be
regarded as pivotal in the chronology of Newcastle United. Following the
resignation of Glenn Roeder towards the end of the previous campaign, outgoing
chairman Freddy Shepherd’s last significant act before selling the club to Mike
Ashley, wherein lies a whole different narrative that we simply don’t have time
to touch on here, was to appoint Sam Allardyce as manager. If the arrival of
the infamous long-ball merchant and his litany of snake oil selling,
blue-toothed, laptop-wielding, technocratic, camp following boffins was met
with a severely underwhelming welcome, several of his signings were afforded a
fair hearing, on account of the fact nobody had never heard of them before.
Alongside the perennially loathsome Joey Barton, back in the days when he
cultivated an image of being the Gallagher Brothers’ Scouse cousin rather than
an amalgam of Malcolm Muggeridge and Rosa Parkes, who promptly broke his foot
in a pre-season game at Carlisle and disappeared until Christmas, Allardyce
brought in the porcine, indolent Mark Viduka on a free from Burragh, the
woeful, pedestrian Alan Smith, who’d never be a top flight player again
following his broken leg at Old Trafford, the glacially-paced Geremi from
Chelsea as well as unknown quantities David Rozenhal, a scrawny, incompetent
centre back from Paris St. Germain who disappeared to Lazio on New Year’s Day,
Jose Enrique, who turned into a superb left back after a wobbly first season
and Caçapa, about who this piece is dedicated.
Having begun his career with 5 seasons at Atletico Mineiro, Caçapa left
Brazil to spend 6 years with Lyon, between 2001 and 2007, where he was captain
of the title winning side for 5 successive campaigns. Somewhat surprisingly,
having been granted French citizenship in 2006, he opted to leave at the end of
his contract the following summer; consequently, Newcastle United found
themselves in receipt of a 31 year old Brazilian international for no transfer
outlay. What could go wrong? At first, nothing; he made his debut as a 90th
minute substitute in a 0-0 with Villa, becoming our 1,000th player
used in the Premier League in the process and his full debut on September 1st
as we beat Wigan 1-0. Until this point, all well and good; Newcastle were
unbeaten, if a bit dull to watch and Caçapa seemed a steady, unspectacular
stopper, with a large physical presence.
Newcastle’s season began to unravel with a 1-0 loss to Derby County (their
only league victory all season) in the next game, that marked the end of
Allardyce’s “honeymoon,” such as it was; actually it was more like a
passionless union based on mutual distaste verging on loathing, with the
partners staying together for the sake of the children. Following the Derby
defeat, Caçapa played 4 of the next 5 games, which saw 3 convincing home wins
(he even scored a header in a 3-1 victory over Spurs) and 2 atrocious away
losses, until his career on Tyneside spontaneously combusted in the most
spectacular fashion imaginable.
On November 3rd, Newcastle lost 4-1 at home to Portsmouth with a
woeful, bedraggled showing that would not have been out of place in the North
East Sunday League F Division; within 11 minutes the hosts were 3-0 and all of
the goals were in some way Caçapa’s fault as the burly stopped appeared slow to
the point of immobility, cumbersome in the challenge and utterly bereft of any
sense of position; Allardyce hauled him off after 18 minutes and bizarrely
claimed the player “shouldn’t have started because of a hamstring injury.” Go
figure…
After 6 weeks on the naughty step (1 draw, 2 draws, 2 losses), Caçapa
returned to the side for the frankly unwatchable 1-0 away win to Fulham,
achieved by a 95th minute Barton penalty, and was improbably named
Man of the Match. While the NUFC support
had lost all confidence in Caçapa as a player after the Portsmouth debacle, he
slotted anonymously back in the side and was not responsible for any major
disasters as the hated Allardyce administration gave way to the populist fiasco
of Keegan’s second coming. Indeed Caçapa scored in Keegan’s return game, a 4-1
battering of Stoke City in an FA Cup replay.
With Rozenhal gone, NUFC were short on defenders; consequently Caçapa got
his game almost by default, though his limitations were obvious in results such
as 0-6 and 1-5 versus Manchester United, 0-3 against Arsenal and Liverpool and
1-4 at Villa Park. He was too slow, unable to turn, poor in the tackle and
positionally atrocious. Dropping out of the side in mid-March, ostensibly
because of a groin injury, coincided with NUFC going on a 7 game unbeaten run
that saw us finish 11th. Caçapa returned as a substitute for the
second half of a meaningless 3-1 loss to Everton on the final day, in what
ought to have been his farewell appearance. Surely now, with Keegan back in
charge and Ashley’s billions to bankroll the club, Newcastle United would be on
an upward trajectory from the summer of 2008 onwards?
The slow-motion car crash that was 2008/2009, ending with relegation and
recriminations at Villa Park, saw Caçapa appear 6 times for Newcastle United; a
terrible 3-1 loss to West Ham, an even worse 2-1 reverse at home to Blackburn,
a lucky point at Everton, an out of character comfortable 2-0 win home to
Villa, an infuriating 2-2 at home to Stoke when we’d turned round 2-0 up and
finally, his swan song at Fulham. To simply state we lost 2-1 does not do Caçapa’s
complicity in this spirit-crushing reverse any justice. Having clawed our way
back into the game courtesy of a Shola Ameobi goal, it looked likely that
Newcastle would return from the capital with a draw. Bearing in mind we were
relegated by a single point, the events of the 77th minute still has
a degree of resonance to this day.
A Fulham cross from the left was too strong for any attackers; Caçapa at
the back post six yards out ought to have allowed the waist high ball to drift
harmlessly away. Instead he swung an unnecessary boot at it, misconnected and
cannoned a sliced clearance off captain Coloccini’s back; we conceded, as Danny
Murphy seized on a flick courtesy of the quick thinking of Andy Johnson to win
the points for the Cottagers. Baldy bastards.
Throughout the rest of that pitiful pantomime of a season, whether (mis)managed
by Kinnear, Hughton or Shearer, no Newcastle United team featured the ageing
limbs and dim-witted thought patterns of Cláudio Roberto da Silva aka Caçapa,
as Newcastle United slid out of the top division after 16 years. On July 1st
2009, Caçapa slunk unmourned out of SJP forever when his contract expired, the
club failing to take up their option on a third year.
Caçapa wasn’t the worst player in Newcastle United’s history; he wasn’t
even the worst Brazilian we’ve had (hello
Fumaca), but he was painfully below Premiership standard and typical of both
Allardyce’s inability to spot a decent player and Ashley’s refusal to spend the
money we fans stump up on season tickets on players fit to wear the shirt.
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