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interesting piece in the independent but no name strangely..
Savic was talented but lacked the confidence to cope with the pressure and this articles delves into how he is improving. On the other hand Nastasic has been amazing for a young kid very impressed. I feel happier when he is in the starting line up against the bigger teams rather than Lescott ---too much mistakes made time to time, usually during key moments ie the last game last season. Mancini is given credit for giving the kid the real madrid game etc .... Read below peeps.
Remember Stefan Savić? He’d tell you. Sometimes, as a young defender, there is no better way to make your name than in anonymity.
Poor fellow, he could scarcely have drawn more attention to himself, during his unhappy sojourn at Manchester City, had he entered the field dressed as Sergeant Pepper, perched upon the withers of two white stallions from the Spanish Riding School.
Savić is still only 21, and his rehabilitation at Fiorentina suggests he could yet mature into a player whose only deficiency was in precocity. All the more bewildering, then, that the teenager with whom he traded places last summer – albeit with the rather humiliating makeweight of £12 million – should already exude such composure and authority.
Unfortunately, Matija Nastasić may now have blown his cover. Hitherto even the fact that a 19-year-old made his first start away to Real Madrid had been lost in the Schadenfreude infecting coverage of a quite brutal Champions’ League group. In their rush to condemn Roberto Mancini for “tinkering with a winning formula”, few have given him any credit for that remarkable, calculated show of faith – and the long-term agenda underpinning it.
Sure enough, by the time the return fixture was played on Wednesday, Nastasić had quietly carved a niche in both the starting XI and the affections of City fans. Only this time, in neutralising an ego as extravagant as that of Cristiano Ronaldo, it proved impossible to continue incognito: that acrobatic clearance off the line, those insouciant one-on-one tackles.
Of course there will still be the odd howler. These remain early days and, in his position, Nastasić has no hiding place. But that is exactly what sets him apart from Savić: he looks more robust in every sense. He has the temperament to file away a mistake, and face the next challenge firm and focused. The same coolness informs his distribution, which extends his superiority over the raw defender he replaced to the seasoned one he is displacing.
To some, Mancini’s disenchantment with Joleon Lescott has required him to shoehorn less eligible players into his experiments with three at the back. The fact is, however, the system only works if the outlying centre-backs are ball players. Either way, Nastasić himself was the only defender not out of position when Benzema scored on Wednesday.
Mancini’s gamble should not be underestimated. He deserves congratulation for taking a long view – tolerating short-term risks to develop Kompany and Nastasić as the future bedrock of his team. And already the boy is cruising through games, preternaturally taking positions and choices that might otherwise reflect years of experience.
Those who monitored his emergence at Fiorentina feared he might stall as a squad player in Manchester. But Mancini plainly had his card marked by his old ally, Siniša Mihajlović, who helped to groom Nastasić at La Viola and is now fast-tracking him as national coach of Serbia.
When Mihajlović was replaced at Fiorenze, by Delio Rossi, the very next game was against AC Milan. One regular centre back was suspended, another injured. The new coach did not hesitate. He not only gave Nastasić his first start, but charged him with keeping Zlatan Ibrahimović himself under lock and key. Ibra barely had a touch, the game ended goalless, and Nastasić was a fixture for the rest of a chaotic campaign at the club.
His head for heights was proven, then, before he came to City – which was never true of Savić. Nastasić retained his composure even as the respected Rossi lost his job for a notorious dugout assault on Adem Ljajić, who had greeted his substitution with a show of insubordination.
Fiorentina spent the summer getting its house in order. The new sporting director, Daniele Pradè, hired Vincenzo Montella – who had proved an overnight success at Catania, unfeasibly disclosing brains commensurate with his glamour as a player. Pradè then supervised a dizzy series of transfers, in and out, helped by cashing in Nastasić.
Montella’s deployment of a squad of strangers has confirmed his status in the vanguard of an innovative generation of young European coaches. And it will hardly have escaped Mancini’s attention that the foundation stone – as for Antonio Conte at Juventus – is a rearguard of three.
The wing-backs consume opposition pressing, so yielding space to play out from the back. When under attack, they drop in and the back three compress the base. But while Juventus have largely relied on sheer dynamism to invert the formation, Montella has trusted creative, technical players throughout – many of them mistrusted or marginalised by previous employers.
The results have been sensational. After 13 matches, Fiorentina are breathing down the necks of Juventus and Inter Milan. As it happens, two key contributors were at City last season: David Pizarro, and Savić himself.
It turns out that Mancini was not entirely barking up the wrong tree. He knew what he wanted, to make City competitive in Europe. Savić was simply too delicate a sapling to bear such a weight, so soon. Sooner rather than later, however, people are going to wake up to the substance that has since spirited Nastasić into the side. And once they see the invisible man, they might yet discern an invisible plan.