From the rubble to the Ritz for Scotland’s Player of the Year
I first interviewed Shunsuke Nakamura in Beirut surrounded by bombed-out slums used to shelter Hezbollah fighters. I don’t know who was more scared — the scrawny 23-year-old about to face the foreign press, or me, petrified about not being able to get back to my hotel before dark.
This was the Asian Cup in 2000 when Japan were forced to train on a pitch hemmed in by crumbling buildings and scattered liberally with rubble and bits of twisted metal. Even among such oppressive surroundings, Nakamura stood out as a potentially world-class player but he always struck me as a bit lightweight — a Japanese Matt Le Tissier, if you like.
Former Japan coach Philippe Troussier thought Nakamura too much of a luxury player to risk selecting for the 2002 World Cup. At the time I fully agreed. I recalled that time in Beirut when Nakamura trudged over to me when ordered to by Japan’s press officer. “Why do I have to go and talk to the foreigners?” Nakamura asked sulkily, afraid to have to speak English. His mood scarcely improved even when he realised I spoke Japanese.
Fast forward seven years, Nakamura is the heartbeat of Japan’s side and has just been voted player of the year after a superb season with Celtic. The pout has been replaced by a wide smile and Nakamura is always ready to chat and to share a joke with journalists.
Nakamura curled in a trademark free kick in Sunday’s 2-1 victory at Kilmarnock that gave Celtic a second successive Scottish title. The 28-year-old has played in all of Celtic’s 34 league matches this season and scored nine goals in becoming the first Japanese player to win back-to-back titles in Europe.
Watching pictures of Nakamura tearing off his shirt and jumping into the crowd at Kilmarnock the thought struck me that the boy had become a man.
Alastair Himmer is a Reuters sports correspondent based in Tokyo


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