Morning Call: pick of the papers

The ten must-read comment pieces from this morning's papers.

1. You made me a Lord, Ed, but even I think it's time you grew up and became a real leader (Mail on Sunday)

People want to know what Labour is about, writes Maurice Glasman. It is time Ed Miliband got out of his political lay-by and told them.

It’s notable now how many advocates of immigration are on the right, while the left apologises for past mistakes, writes Matthew d'Ancona.

3. Slick marketing and hi-tech politics are leaving voters feeling cold (Observer)

Sophisticated electioneering, with its tailored and targeted messages, ignores the concerns of the wider electorate, writes Sonia Sodha.

4. Another hung parliament: A user's guide (Independent on Sunday)

Ed Balls should not be allowed in any future Lib-Lab negotiations, says John Rentoul.

5. Ed Miliband is Labour's Alex Ferguson and he needs to give any slacking ministers the hairdyer treatment (Sunday Mirror)

The Labour leader needs a good captain to ensure the team works together on the pitch, says John Prescott.

6. Egypt: we may despise the Muslim Brotherhood, but a coup is a coup (Observer)

Europe and the US need to accept that the Muslim Brotherhood may be foul, but it did not abolish democracy, writes Nick Cohen.

7. Stop swotting up, Ed - the test has begun and you're failing (Sunday Times)

The Labour leader needs to be shocked out of his placid belief that his political strategy is working out just fine, writes Jenni Russell.

8. So much migration puts Europe's dykes in danger of bursting (Independent on Sunday)

David Cameron plans to renegotiate the basic tenets of the EU, write David Goodhart and Lodewijk Asscher. He may find support in surprising quarters, including the Dutch liberal left.

9. A lion among men, felled by a coward’s rifle (Sunday Times)

Mick Deane was a calm, clever, humorous and reassuring presence in every situation, writes Adam Boulton.

10. Why Labour’s downfall is not all good news (Sunday Telegraph)

Ed Miliband has an obligation to the country to pull his party into some sort of plausible shape, says Janet Daley.

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Rarely has it mattered so little if Manchester United won; rarely has it been so special they did

Team's Europa League victory offers chance for sorely needed celebration of a city's spirit.

Carlo Ancelotti, the Bayern Munich manager, memorably once said that football is “the most important of the least important things”, but he was only partly right. While it is absolutely the case that a bunch of people chasing around a field is insignificant, a bunch of people chasing around a field is not really what football is about.

At a football match can you set aside the strictures that govern real life and freely scream, shout and cuddle strangers. Football tracks life with such unfailing omnipresence, garnishing the mundane with regular doses of drama and suspense; football is amazing, and even when it isn’t there’s always the possibility that it’s about to be.

Football bestows primal paroxysms of intense, transcendent ecstasy, shared both with people who mean everything and people who mean nothing. Football carves out time for people it's important to see and delivers people it becomes important to see. Football is a structure with folklore, mythology, language and symbols; being part of football is being part of something big, special, and eternal. Football is the best thing in the world when things go well, and still the best thing in the world when they don’t. There is nothing remotely like it. Nothing.

Football is about community and identity, friends and family; football is about expression and abandon, laughter and song; football is about love and pride. Football is about all the beauty in the world.

And the world is a beautiful place, even though it doesn’t always seem that way – now especially. But in the horror of terror we’ve seen amazing kindness, uplifting unity and awesome dignity which is the absolute point of everything.

In Stockholm last night, 50,000 or so people gathered for a football match, trying to find a way of celebrating all of these things. Around town before the game the atmosphere was not as boisterous as usual, but in the ground the old conviction gradually returned. The PA played Bob Marley’s Three Little Birds, an Ajax staple with lyrics not entirely appropriate: there is plenty about which to worry, and for some every little thing is never going to be alright.

But somehow the sentiment felt right and the Mancunian contingent joined in with gusto, following it up with “We’ll never die,” – a song of defiance born from the ashes of the Munich air disaster and generally aired at the end of games, often when defeat is imminent. Last night it was needed from the outset, though this time its final line – “we’ll keep the red flag flying high, coz Man United will never die" – was not about a football team but a city, a spirit, and a way of life. 

Over the course of the night, every burst of song and even the minute's silence chorused with that theme: “Manchester, Manchester, Manchester”; “Manchester la la la”; “Oh Manchester is wonderful”. Sparse and simple words, layered and complex meanings.

The match itself was a curious affair. Rarely has it mattered so little whether or not United won; rarely has it been so special that they did. Manchester United do not represent or appeal to everyone in Manchester but they epitomise a similar brilliance to Manchester, brilliance which they take to the world. Brilliance like youthfulness, toughness, swagger and zest; brilliance which has been to the fore these last three days, despite it all.

Last night they drew upon their most prosaic aspects, outfighting and outrunning a willing but callow opponent to win the only trophy to have eluded them. They did not make things better, but they did bring happiness and positivity at a time when happiness and positivity needed to be brought; football is not “the most important of the least important things,” it is the least important of the most important things.

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