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Eric Nicholls sketches this profile of

'The George Best of Holland'

Johan Cruyff with Ajax c.1969

At first glance he looks anything but a footballer. From his long hair, his sleek, thigh-length jacket to his flair trousers, coloured socks, casuals shoes, he gives the impression of a Carnaby Street stylist in full discotheque dress uniform.

It is the second glance, that really counts with Johan Cruyff.

Within minutes of meeting the idol of Holland, you realise how wrong he would have been to bracket him with the hippies, the ravers and tearaways of this modern permissive society.

So his hair is a few inches longer than permitted by the short back and sides mentality. But it is immaculately groomed and there is the vitality in his eyes and a freshness in his face that could never be associated with backstreet cafes or dive clubs.

There maybe a touch to exaggeration, a flamboyant, about his clothes, but Cruyff is a showman, a professional entertainer who has captured the attention, the imagination, of the kids as well as the mums and dads of Holland.

His image is comparable only with our own George Best and the Brazilian worship of Pele. No wonder they call Cruyff 'the George Best of Holland '.

The Ajax headquarters at Middenweg in Amsterdam had all the paraphernalia of a television spectacular. For Ajax were only a few days back at from the heat of Madrid, beaten, but not disgraced, in their European Cup final with AC Milan.

The engineers fussed and checked, the interviewers waited and the producer looked as though somebody was bound to ruin the whole show.

But as we picked our way between the cables and the scurrying technicians, in search of a quiet spot, Cruyff was as ice cool and calm as he is out there on the pitch.

He had seen it all before. Many times in his young life he has faced the cameras and the crowds, hostile and friendly. He knows he is the centre of attraction, but he carries this knowledge with an air of quiet assurance that betrays no sign of conceit.

Some - a few - of his admirers in Holland may feel that the Cruyff's halo is slipping a little, that his image has become tarnished by personal ambition, amounting almost to greed.

All because his name has been freely linked with South American clubs, anxious that Holland's star player should also become the country's most expensive export outside diamonds.

Cruyff talked to me openly and freely on the subject. My impression was not of a big-headed twenty-two year old out to cash in on his talent with total disregard for the club, or the country, that had given him his stardom.

I found him to be a sensible young man who knows what he wants for his club, his country and for himself. A lad who realises that, like all performers in the harsh, sometimes brutal, arena of professional sport, he must start again in ten years and build a new career, a new image.

"Of course, I want to go," he told me. "This is not to say I want to leave Ajax, or Holland. But I must think ahead to a time when I can no longer play football. I must prepare now for myself and my family."

Is not his pedestal type rating with Ajax and Holland and his status symbol fast sports car enough ?

Is he not satisfied with the life that led to him marrying his beautiful blonde wife Dany, last November, the daughter of a wealthy Amsterdam jeweller, and the lovely home he has at Vinkeveen, a few miles outside the city ?

"I'm very happy, but I want to go for the money. Nothing else. I pay SEVENTY per cent of my earnings in tax. This is ridiculous! In South America I would pay only a very small percentage of that.

"If I am seriously injured playing for my country, there is no insurance money for my wife. And if I miss a club match because of illness or injury my wages drop to are very low level. Every time I asked about this, I am told. 'Ah Cruyff is shouting again. He is getting to big.' Then they tell me the public don't want me to leave. I say all the fans can give me one guilder each - that's about two shillings and sixpence - and I'll stay.

"I want a better contract so that I can put money away for the future. But if the club refused to release me, I'll stay and do my best for them."

If Cruyff succeeds in staying at home on his own terms he would be striking a similar blow for Dutch football that George Easham achieved a in a 1963 in his legal battle against the combined might of the Football Association, the Football League, and Newcastle United.

The issues must not be confused. What Eastham won for every paid soccer player, Cruyff wants for the stars. He doesn't say this, but the implication is obvious. And I believe this is something Dutch soccer bosses must come to terms with.

Some say there are too many players in Holland earning more than they are worth. This may be so but the real trouble would appear to be the relatively poor basic wage and the rich pickings coming only from bonuses.

The most charitable way of looking at this problem is to suggest that perhaps the Dutch have become too accustomed to the second-rate. That they cannot yet adjust star ratings and star contracts for star players.

Players like Cruyff, come only once in a decade. When they do they are worth keeping.

There is no doubt that Amsterdam-born Cruyff, who started with Ajax as a ten year old and played under the managership of Vic Buckingham before shooting to stardom as a Dutch international and Holland's first professional four years ago, has earned his money.

The heights he has achieved with Ajax and with Holland have given him the experience most twenty two-year-olds are still dreaming of.

But there are no thoughts of money in his mind when he talks of the wonderful achievement of a Dutch side reaching the final of Europe's premier club competition and of the road Holland must take if she is to have a chance of living with the world's best.

He told me: "In these four-year as as a professional I have seen and learnt four types of football. The English play fast and high; the Dutch are skilful, but too soft; and the South Europeans - the Spanish and the Italians - built up slowly with the assured moves.

"To me, the English way is best. People say they are dirty. They are not, just hard. Certainly, they have one or two dirty players, but so have we and we know who they are. But we in Holland must develop a hard approach to the game."

These thoughts should make interesting reading for Dutch soccer leaders.

I give them and the Ajax club another thought. Johan Cruyff has done more than any other individual to make the rest of Europe sit up and take notice of Dutch football.

It would be a tragedy for the game in Holland, and one that could well kill the progress they have made, if they lost Cruyff because they weren't big enough to give him star treatment.

From "Charles Buchan's Football Monthly" August 1969, pp 13-14.

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Bob Dunning
23 June 2001

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