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Eric Cantona and 'the hooligan': the impact of the kung-fu kick 25 years on


Eric Cantona scored 82 goals for Manchester United. He won four league titles and two Doubles, and was a catalyst for the most successful period in the club’s history. None of that will keep him warmest in his dotage. “My best moment? I have a lot of good moments but the one I prefer is when I kicked the hooligan.”

Cantona always refers to Matthew Simmons, with a delightful, absent-minded contempt, as “the hooligan”. It’s a neat way of dehumanising the gobby fan he dealt with when he tried to kick racism out of football on 25 January 1995. Twenty-five years later, the footage and images of his kung-fu kick retain an exhilarating power. It was the definitive example of what Alex Ferguson called Cantona’s “defiant charisma”. His defiance that night defined his career, and also his life.

The first half of the match at Crystal Palace was on the malodorous side of a stinker. With an ABU (Anyone But United) culture developing fast, United and particularly Cantona were becoming a target for what Roy Keane called “the part-time hard men” of clubs such as Norwich, Swindon and Palace; players who were somewhere between roughhouse and shithouse. There were some heavy, unpunished tackles from Richard Shaw and Chris Coleman on Cantona and Andy Cole, which prompted a polite enquiry – “no yellow cards, then?” – from Cantona to the referee, Alan Wilkie, and a livelier one from Ferguson at half-time: “Why don’t you do your fucking job!”

He did it four minutes into the second half, punishing Cantona’s vigilante kick at Shaw with a contented flourish of the red card. “There’s the morning headlines!” said the BBC commentator Clive Tyldesley. He had no idea. Cantona lingered on the pitch for a while before turning his collar down, like a man getting out of his work clothes, and walking down the touchline with the kitman Norman Davies. You know the rest.

Simmons assumed he could charge down the front and shout “fuck off back to France you French motherfucker” with impunity. Cantona’s re-education programme – a flying kick before a seriously underrated roundhouse right – disabused him of this notion. “You know, you meet thousands of people like him,” said Cantona of Simmons. “If I’d met that guy on another day, things may have happened very differently even if he had said exactly the same things. Life is weird like that.”

Cantona has also spoken of wanting to give others – in this case, United fans – a vicarious thrill. It was an instinctive demonstration of a desire to do things that others did not have the opportunity or balls to do. His greatest virtue was that he had no edit function between instinct and action. Something told him to do it, so he did it. “The most important thing for me is that I was who I was,” he said. “I was myself!” Discussions over who is the greatest Premier League player get more boring by the day, yet only the envious or ignorant would suggest there has been another player with a richer personality. In 1994-95, Alan Shearer famously dealt with the pressure of a title race by creosoting his fence; Cantona jumped over a fence with a kung-fu kick.

It was the second of his trinity of JFK moments at United – signing and retiring being the others, though you could make a case for a few more. Most footballers do well to have one in their lives. Cantona’s nature was such that behaviour that would seem ostentatious in others was entirely natural in him. That stemmed from a non-negotiable honesty and curiosity about life and his own nature. “Eric had a unique personality,” said Gary Neville, “and didn’t give a stuff what anyone else thought of him.”

The incident died down fairly quickly on the night. The game continued and Davies calmed an initially murderous Cantona down with cups of tea in the dressing-room. What is sometimes forgotten is that there were huge numbers of people, including Ferguson and many of the United fans at Selhurst Park, who either did not realise exactly what had happened, or did not appreciate how enormous the fallout would be. At the end of the match, the primary emotion was frustration at dropping two points to a poor Palace side, with Gareth Southgate’s grubby equaliser compromising the almost comical joy of David May’s first goal for United.

Ferguson had been so busy reorganising United that he genuinely did not see the incident. He caught the tail end and thought Cantona had been dragged into the crowd as he walked past. The language used by everyone after the game, even the police, was sufficiently ambiguous that Ferguson left for Manchester none the wiser. Even when he got home and his son Jason hinted that the apocalypse was in the post, Ferguson decided to go to bed and face it in the morning. He couldn’t sleep and finally watched the video around 5am.

His initial instinct was that Cantona had to be sacked and the United board agreed. But the solicitor Maurice Watkins counselled that such an act could prejudice any legal case and the club waited until the Thursday evening to discuss things further at a Manchester hotel. By then Ferguson was coming round to the idea of him staying and from that moment he offered his player unconditional protection. Cantona was banned until the end of the season and fined the maximum two weeks’ wages, just £10,800.

The moral panic was already in full swing and United were criticised for taking a full 36 hours to ban Cantona. The Mirror described it as “the night football died of shame”, with a back-page headline: “Is this the end for the madman?” An Express headline read: “Absolute thuggery in front of the children.” The won’t-somebody-think-of-the-children attitude was laughably prevalent; The BBC Nine O’Clock News, on which Cantona was the lead story, even interviewed a load of schoolkids about it. Alex Stepney said Sir Matt Busby would have sacked him. Brian Clough said he would have “cut his balls off”.

Graham Kelly reads the papers the morning after the incident.

Graham Kelly reads the papers the morning after. Photograph: PA

The reaction was not entirely negative. While most journalists went straight for their high horse, the Independent’s Richard Williams said, only partly in jest, that, “Eric Cantona’s only mistake was to stop hitting him. The more we discovered about Mr Simmons, the more Cantona’s assault looked like the instinctive expression of a flawless moral judgement.” On Fantasy Football League, Nick Hancock – usually a staunch ABU – said it was “comfortably the best thing that’s happened this season – it was absolutely brilliant”. Most players privately had no problem with what Cantona had done. Ian Wright later said he felt “jealous”.

It soon became apparent that Cantona had overwhelming support among United supporters. The actor Ed Norton once said he would find it hard to care for people who didn’t like the film Fight Club. A bit pretentious, sure, but you know what he means. The response to Cantona’s kick – among fans of other clubs, not just United – was a similar litmus test. Nike stood by Cantona and made play of the incident in posters and a memorable advert in which he apologised for his “terrible mistakes” and “unacceptable behaviour”: only scoring one goal in a famous 5-0 win against Manchester City, missing a chance against Newcastle and only scoring twice at Wembley in the 1994 FA Cup final.

You can probably imagine the sanctimonious reaction to an advert like that today. There was still an unprecedented hysteria in 1995 but though the breadth of the coverage was the same, the depth was not. In his season diary, Ferguson reckoned the kick was shown 93 times on television over the next two days. “That’s more repeats than the films of the JFK shooting,” he said. In 2020, it would probably be shown 93 times an hour.

Back then, if you wanted, it was easy to avoid the nonsense. Faux outrage was a minority sport, mainly because, with the information superhighway in its infancy, most people did not have the chance to partake in a public place. You had the papers, teletext, radio and the news bulletins. That was about it. And although there were still plenty of cranks and trolls and toxic liberals about, there was less narcissism and brains were not washed quite as easily. There were no #PrayForSimmons hashtags, or online petitions for Cantona to be deported. Social networking meant going to the game.

In late February the FA extended Cantona’s ban to 1 October, leaving Ferguson and Watkins feeling, not for the last time, that United had been stitched up by the FA. A non-league player who broke a fan’s jaw during the same season received a two-week ban. During the hearing, according to the head of the FA David Davies, Cantona apologised to, among others, “the prostitute who shared my bed last night”. Davies says it went straight over the heads of at least two of the disciplinary commission.

Cantona was in court a month later, the day after United’s 3-0 win at home to Arsenal. A group of United fans went straight from the game to London in a minibus that was paid for by the Channel 4 show The Big Breakfast. They appeared live on the show, singing Eric The King – which had been released as a single – and even I’m In The Mood For Dancing by the Nolans, who were also on the show. Then they headed to Croydon Magistrates Court, where Cantona and Paul Ince, who pleaded not guilty to assaulting a Palace fan and was later acquitted, were due in court. They thought they were there for a supportive sing-song; instead they became unofficial spokesmen to the world’s media when Cantona was given two weeks in prison.

The sentence was inevitably overturned on appeal a week later. Cantona, knowing he had to say something to the press, started asking Watkins questions about seagulls and trawlers, scribbling his thoughts on a piece of paper. Then came his famous, disdainful address: “When the seagulls” – theatrical pause for a swig of water – “follow the trawler, it’s because they think sardines will be thrown into the sea. Thank you.” Watkins says he often wonders what happened to that bit of paper; it’s one of the great lost pieces of United memorabilia. In 2014, the Hollywood actor Shia LaBeouf copied Cantona’s phrase and walked out of a hostile press conference for the film Nyphomaniac.


Cantona’s life had become sufficiently difficult – he also punched an ITN reporter who filmed his pregnant wife wearing a bikini during a break in the Caribbean, an act which barely anyone criticised – that a move to Inter seemed inevitable. Ferguson was resigned to it. Some of the most important moments in United’s history were influenced by Cathy Ferguson and this was another. “It’s not like you to give up so easily,” she said, “particularly against the establishment.”

Ferguson went to Paris to woo Cantona. He avoided the press – who he had tipped off himself “amid the enjoyment of good food and wine” at a book launch the night before – by going out the back door of his hotel and whizzing around Paris on a Harley-Davidson with Cantona’s adviser. They met in a restaurant that the owner had closed for the purpose and, no doubt amid the enjoyment of good food and wine, Ferguson spent the evening persuading Cantona to stay at his spiritual home.

It’s interesting to wonder what would have happened had Cantona left. No Double in 1995-96, certainly; and although the Class of 92 were too good to ultimately be denied glory, they would have been set on such a different path that 1998-99 would surely have been too early for the Treble. “Those hours spent in Eric’s company in that largely deserted restaurant,” said Ferguson, “added up to one of the more worthwhile acts I have performed in this stupid job of mine.”

The act Cantona perpetrated at Selhurst Park might have been his most worthwhile of all. It was the most important moment in a relationship between players and fans so enduring and spiritual as to be almost without comparison. He was already a United legend. On 25 January 1995, he became immortal.

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