Saturday 14 March 2015

Are Arsenal A Good Bet For The Title?




For most of this season Arsenal have looked more like troubling the Europa League than the trophy engravers - yet after winning five on the trot, Arsene Wenger's men may just be in with a sniff of the title.

In the 3-0 win against West Ham the Gunners looked fluid and like they could destroy a robust team from any angle in a way that we haven't seen for a long time. With Walcott now fit, Welbeck, Ozil, Ramsey, Cazorla, Sanchez and Giroud all beginning to look like they might click, it's not impossible to imagine the Gunners continuing their run for a while yet.



They're now just six points behind Chelsea, albeit with the blues having two games in hand. However one of those is tomorrow against Champions League chasing Southampton, who no one has found an easy prospect all season.

They certainly look a better bet than Manchester City, whose title charge appears to have got stuck in the Lancashire hills this evening.



The Gunners also have to face Chelsea - normally as source of grief for Arsene Wenger's men, but with the blues not quite looking the side that cruised through the autumn now, with a few more wins it could take on an entirely different complexion, if Arsenal can remain in touch. Could Arsenal finally shed the hoodoo Jose Mourinho teams have had over them? If it were a dead game you'd say almost certainly not, but if the pressure were entirely on a Chelsea team that have long been penciled in as champions, it might be a different matter.

There are just enough 'competitive' fixtures for a turn round to be a possibility, as both Arsenal and Chelsea will have to face Liverpool and Manchester United teams embroiled in a brutal scrap for fourth. In addition Chelsea have to go to Loftus Road - a gimme for other teams, but sure to be a West London war if QPR can bring cheer to a misreable season by ending their hated neighbours title hopes.

Could it be a turn round akin to the  great run-ins of 1997/98 and 2001/02. Almost certainly not - but at a best price of 40-1 on Oddschecker, they may well be worth a punt even if that price drops slightly, especially before Chelsea-Southampton.

Friday 17 October 2014

How Do You Solve A Problem Like Ched Evans?



The furious and often dispiriting debate around Sheffield United’s is set to come to a head today, with the former Man City and Sheffield United striker set to resume his career upon his release from prison after serving a sentence for rape.

Whether or not Evans should be allowed to continue his career has become an ugly debate. On one side is the insistence that certain crimes are beyond the pale, with usually liberal individuals insisting Evans not be allowed to play due to both his lack of repentance and the facts of his crime. On the other are both those with a strict adherence to the idea of rehabilitation and the altogether uglier spectacle of those offering up an apologia for a rapist – or worse, not seeming to care.

Firstly there’s the idiocy from all those without direct knowledge who proclaim either that Evans is innocent or that it is somehow a lesser offence than if he fitted the alleyway pervert stereotype. It shouldn’t need stating but rape is rape. While Evans is entitled to appeal, and it’s understandable that those close to him continue to support him (that’s what being family, or in love obliges you to do ), as long as his conviction is upheld in a court of law, he is a convicted rapist. A jury saw the evidence and concluded that the victim couldn’t consent due to inebriation – that makes it rape.


Ched Evans - Guilty of rape


Given the idea that a football club, its traditions and reputation should always come ahead of one man, it’s also quite saddening that he should be so readily employable. The argument that footballers are role models may be a spurious one (delegating your child’s moral education on the basis of an ability to beat an offside trap is clearly daft), but nor can a game which relies on fans having loyalty to something more important than its mere mechanics state that Evans is doing a job like any other. 

Yet there is one point it is possible to have a degree of sympathy with Evans on. If Sheffield United (or anyone else) are prepared to employ him, then all the moral outrage in the world can’t stop them. It may sicken many of us that an unrepentant rapist can walk back into a high profile and well paid job, but others evidently don’t feel that way – with even some women (Ok, Judy Finnegan) making excuses for him. Trying to enforce our own moral misgivings on others may feel right – but it’s difficult to justify legally or as a principle. The fact that the nature of Evans’ crime and his lack of repentance are morally abhorrent and his return to prominence may be detrimental to both the victim and others may make us wish to act – but making an exception to normal practice based on our particular revulsion is a dangerous game.

However the notion of just allowing him to return to the game is also problematic. Professional football offers its players far more than just a means to earn a living – it offers public prominence, validation and yes, adulation. It’s easy to state that we should separate his work from his previous actions – but if Evans returns to his previous League One form Sheffield’s airwaves will quickly be filling up with praise for a man who not only is a rapist but an unrepentant one. It’s one thing suggesting a man should be able to earn a living, entirely another that he has the right to be in a place where victims and their families have to listen to him being feted every week, with seemingly no one in the sport particularly caring about the pain he’d inflicted on his victim. 

The problem all sports have is the discrepancy between the punishment of acts that are deemed ‘outside’ the sport and those deemed within its jurisdiction. A recent example was the Ray Rice furore in American football – after video footage emerged of Rice dragging his unconscious fiancee (now wife) through a hotel lobby (later a video of how she was rendered unconscious would also appear) the running back was banned for two games. The American public contrasted that with a yearlong ban handed to fellow player Josh Gordon for smoking marijuana and saw a moral universe turned on its head. In their cack handed attempts at drawing up a moral code the NFL created one which seemed to place horrific domestic violence alongside swearing on TV and below smoking a tiny amount of weed in the list of sins. After the full details of the incident emerged Rice was banned indefinitely and sacked yet the damage was already done.

UEFA an FIFA have also had their own problems in finding the ‘right’ punishment for fan racism. Throughout the last decade it’s been pointed out countless times that clubs whose fans have been guilty of the most egregious racist behaviour have faced lesser or similar sanctions to those guilty of offences that we deem far less damaging and offensive. 

What the two situations share is that if you accept the premise that if certain actions off the field of play are morally wrong, damage the game and therefore deserve a sanction, then you’re open to questions about those cases where you fail to act at all or impose an insignificant punishment.

It seems perverse that footballers and clubs can receive hefty sanctions for behaviour that is deemed to be ‘bringing the game into disrepute’ and yet one who refuses to accept his responsibility for a heinous crime, despite being convicted in a court of law is welcomed back with open arms. By enforcing a standard of behaviour that’s expected of players beyond the simple rules of the game football has given itself a moral dimension. The fact that Rio Ferdinand can be hauled before the FA over the use of a sexist term in a tweet, shows that at least when there are few consequences, the FA takes behaviour that could be construed as offensive very seriously. 

Which brings us back to the Evans conundrum. Currently his crime is deemed as outside football’s disciplinary structure and so those uncomfortable with seeing 18,000 people cheer on a man who is guilty of rape are reliant on clubs taking individual moral stands. It gets worse; the FA are now in the farcical position that employing Evans on a hefty contract and giving him prominence is entirely legitimate, yet fans who cheer his name may face sanction. A spokesman said: “If a club’s supporters chant songs that ‘praise’ the offender (Evans) or ridicule and possibly identify the victim, The FA will make swift, and possibly even pre-emptive contact with the club, to discuss in collaboration what measures they can take to prevent this.”

Such inconsistent application of outrage against moral turpitude is understandably offensive to some –why, if Evans is so morally repugnant that praising him is offensive, is he allowed on the pitch in the first place? Surely his presence is more disturbing in itself than the odd imbecile taking it as a cue to drag their knuckles, or fans chanting for a man they’ve been told is perfectly okay to represent their club? If he were a 33-year-old clogger or untested prospect he almost certainly would be deemed to be not worth the bother. This inconsistency is all rather unsettling – as it implies that Evans’ talents make him immune to moral judgements that would be applied to others. It leaves us with the same inconsistency of individually punishing Evans in reverse – that clubs are making an exception for him because of his ability to score goals.

As a solution to these two competing arguments, of our moral instincts and the desire for fairness, would it be so difficult for the FA, or Football League to add a disciplinary procedure that introduces bans for individuals guilty of serious criminal offences?

Other professional bodies act in this way. A doctor or lawyer convicted of a criminal offence can be struck off even if their offence has little to do with his or her ability to treat illness or argue in court. In order to preserve the reputation of the profession those who bring it into disrepute are not allowed back. Other sports even act in this way over comparatively minor infractions– the greatest Olympian of all time, Michael Phelps, is currently serving a six month ban from swimming for being drunk at the wheel. 

The FA, PFA or Football League could introduce a sliding scale depending on the seriousness of the offence and the sentence – anyone who receives a sentence of six months to three years could receive a year’s ban upon release, with those over that getting a longer time in clink receiving indefinite bans to be reviewed every two years (these tariffs are merely an example).

Such a system could even help with rehabilitation – footballers who received a ban could as part of the conditions of being allowed back be forced to attend courses, counselling or undertake charity work to ensure being readmitted to the game, either in a playing capacity or otherwise. As possibly the best funded trade union in the world, the PFA isn’t exactly without the ability to help its incarcerated members retrain and get back on their feet.

The case for such a system is not that footballers are role models (they really aren’t), but that being a professional footballer is a privilege. It’s a privilege because it is a profession that pays astonishingly well because of the game’s popularity and reputation, something that is damaged by its practitioners committing serious criminal offences.

To invoke Kant’s categorical imperative – Evans’ behaviour on its own won’t empty the stands and see TV companies scrambling for the rights to badminton, but if all or even a significant minority of players acted like him then men’s football would have a serious problem. The reputational damage to the game would be immense – sponsors would dry-up, the families and casual fans who’ve helped football’s post-1990s boom would drift away and the money which has made even lower league players like Evans rich would disappear, as a lot of fans feel understandably uncomfortable with the idea of watching a rapist take the field.

Football seems to accept as much when it comes to minor infractions, like a wayward tweet or a piece of drunken idiocy, but not for major offences. It’s an inconsistency that leaves the game’s professional bodies looking like their moral crusades, respect agendas and attempts to make football more inclusive are more about PR than any particular sense of right and wrong. If football believes it has moral obligations, then it has one to ensure that it doesn’t bestow privileged status on those who hopelessly fail to live up to them.

Such a system would not arbitrarily punish players because of public revulsion, but would accept that as prominent public figures who are well rewarded due to the popularity of their sport they have a duty to uphold certain standards of behaviour. If the football authorities accept that the game is about more than just blokes kicking a ball, if it wants to present us with heroes whose remuneration is dependent not just on their actions on the pitch – then perhaps it is time that they considered ensuring that committing a serious crime deprived you of the privilege of being one of those heroes.

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Friday 8 August 2014

A Sheffield Wednesday Season Preview - Waiting For Not A Lot






It’s that time of year again – the telly is blaring out pictures of beaming fans cheering (rather than miserable away trips), Jeff Stelling is receiving his final waterproof coating, and fans of clubs in the ‘FL72’ as we’re now called - like a flu virus, are preparing for joy, despair and the narked indifference of predictable home 1-0 defeats.

Yet for Wednesdayites the clichés of wanton optimism and dramatic anticipation just don’t fit. Kids won’t proudly be marching through Hillsborough Park with the name of that new striker we needed stamped across their back for one simple reason – there isn’t one (yet). Until recently there wasn’t even an away kit.

For the source of frustration one only has to look at the front of our shirts, which bear the legend ‘Azerbaijan Land of Fire’. In May it adorned the shirt of the Champions League finalists Atletico Madrid, and in June it seemed that the man behind that move, Hafiz Mammadov was set to take-over at Hillsborough.

Friday 20 June 2014

Want To Really Improve England? Follow Chris Waddle's Logic And Abolish The Premier League



So here we are again and at the risk of being premature, let the recriminations begin, let a thousand fulminations of manufactured anger spring forth from the pens of the press pack and the FA arse-sheathing commence. England are useless once more and we can engage in our real national sport- debating why we're rubbish at football.


There is something fitting in the fact that the final act of the ‘golden generation’ against Uruguay has been to comprehensively instruct the next on the mechanics of failure. That hope was ignited by an all too brief glimpse of Rooney’s talents before an avoidable error by Gerard was a delicious end to the era that began with David Beckham’s appointment as captain at the start of the Millennium.

Now we look to the future - we’ll see the FA argue that this is why their ‘League 3’ scheme is necessary, despite the fact that young English players already play at a higher level than the one it suggests. 

One man got his criticisms in early, a ‘disappointed not angry’ Chris Waddle, who said:

“I’ll tell you what the biggest problem is when you think about it all – the Premier League. They have a product which they sell around the world. It’s entertaining but it’s doing our players no good whatsoever.

Friday 13 June 2014

The Backlash Against Brazil - Why Are We Underwhelmed By The Seleção's Opener?




Neymar - lucky boy

It’s here. The greatest festival of football on its greatest stage – Brazil, the game’s most beautiful team surging to 3-1 win over Croatia with the tournament’s poster boy Neymar grabbing a brace in a pulsating game.

Except that’s not how many fans will see things today. Instead the talk will be of a dive, debatable refereeing and whether Brazil are a bit rubbish but FIFA will see them right because the alternative doesn’t bear thinking about. 

It’s strange that the backlash should be so strong – opening games of World Cups are often turgid affairs, and this one had incident, goals and was a genuine contest between teams who for periods looked to take each other on rather than spar and wait for easier assignments. In 1998, a far more strongly fancied Brazil struggled to beat Scotland.

But then this is Brazil we’re talking about – a team whom neutrals feel obliged to be dazzled by or feel let down. A slightly cynical group stage victory over tough but less storied opposition by the Germans, Italians or Argentinians (despite their talents) brings grudging admiration – its ‘typical’ of them. By Brazil it’s viewed as a form of sacrilege.

The brilliance of Brazil's  unsuccessful 1982 team

Brazilian football fans almost certainly take a different view – understandable given the trauma of watching the 1982 team go from a seemingly indomitable force to a key component in the World Cup ‘if only’ industry. More recently the 2006 team looked to field a ‘Magic Square’ of the world’s most talented attacking players, only to look listless and run into Zinedine Zidane.

But surely Brazil not quite living up to their billing deserved little more than an exhalation of disappointment and the shuffling of a few fingers rearranging Betfair accounts? Instead it got anger, disappointment and in some wildly disproportionate cases outrage, with Twitter awash and ludicrous declarations that people would be supporting ‘anyone but Brazil' after last night’s game.

Fred dropping as if dead for Brazil’s vital penalty was unedifying and a poor piece of refereeing, Neymar could have seen red – but if he had then the referee would’ve been accused of spoiling the game. Home and big teams getting marginal decisions is hardly a shock in football, with a number of papers showing how refs are influenced by partisan crowds. The World Cup is littered with cases of questionable decisions going in favour of the hosts or its more storied nations, most famously in recent times facilitating South Korea’s extraordinary run to the Semis in 2002 –that's not to mention Azerbaijani linesmen, 1966 and all that.

Part of that backlash is the universal rule of social networks magnifying idiocy, but there is something deeper in at least the lack of enthusiasm for a Brazil victory outside the host country– despite the fact that it would make the tournament into a footballing party we’ve never seen the like of before.  

That anger or at best lack of enthusiasm, for this might come from a different place than fans discovering their often absent sense of aesthetic ideals or exacting sense of fair play. Instead it may be a result of this Brazil side’s conflicting roles as front men for something rather less beautiful than the country’s footballing history and culture.


Brazil's victorious 1994 team



I remember during the first World Cup I watched in 1994 their seemed a moral duty to support Brazil. They hadn’t won since 1970, with the previous ones being won by the unromantic Germans, the streaky Italians (who’d stopped Brazil’s wonderous 1982 team despite not winning a game in the first phase) and the cynical if talented Argentinians. Despite Dunga’s side not being particularly committed to the ideals of ‘Joga Bonito’ there was a sense that after the dark side had been defeated and football was back in the hands of its moral custodians.  

By 1998 Brazil had far more fantasy players, but that sense of organic joy was now a marketing tool. Rather than celebrating the sheer joy of Ronaldo in full flow for its own sake we had to buy the Nike gear and listen to endless lazy media droning about their virtues. They were in short, just another (very good) football team with jazzier marketing.

In 2014 the Seleção are not just a collection of talented players representing a fascinating nation but the conflicted nature of this World Cup in concentrate. While a part of us wants to see Rio in full carnival mode as Neymar sashays through defences, another part sees this as what FIFA and its sponsors want us to think -  a position unwittingly and shamefully articulated by Pele when he said in ITV’s build-up program that protestors would pipe-down once Brazil began winning.



If you define a good course of action by doing the opposite of whatever pseudo-rap abomination Pitbull does then seeing him defile the storied golden shirt in the opening ceremony was a stark reminder that this World Cup's Brazilian flavour also comes served with a dollop of homogonised  crap. For Brazilian protestors the presence of an emaciated Vin Diesel lookalike is the least of their worries, with the World Cup circus' demands of a poor and unequal country symbolising just how cut off the competition is from the reality of  the culture it is supposed to 'celebrate' (read use on marketing material).

That reluctance to be charitable to Brazil when they understandably don’t thrill as much as expected, or adopt them as a second team perhaps tells us less about their merits and more about the fact that even a win will not live up to the past's lofty ideals. They will no doubt thrill us at times, but we'll be unable to view them with quite the same wide-eyed innocence and joy that we did them, and football in the past.

Friday 9 May 2014

From Bobby Charlton's Comb-Over To Corden And Barlow - A Cultural History Of The England World Cup Song





 Gary got on with Michael like a house with rising damp
 
With the Premier League winding up this weekend, attention will soon shift to The World Cup and everything that goes with it. Of course it’s the football that matters, but it’s impossible to ignore the media paraphernalia that goes with it, of which the primary example is of course the World Cup song.


For this year’s effort the FA have shown their usual imagination by roping in the one man ‘Can I have a Knighthood?’ campaign that is Gary Barlow, and the result is like every electron in the former Take That man’s body – bland.

Despite the fact that it’s not even a new song or a substantial reworking of an old one, ‘Greatest Day’ seems to perfectly fit our footballing era. Like most things involving Barlow it’s ever so slightly insipid – Our Gary’s default expression being that of a man who’s mildly narked that you haven’t used his favourite brand of tea bag. Like most X-Factor montage songs, any inspirational qualities it may have once had have been destroyed by a thousand saccharine shots of teary meetings with elderly relatives. Rather than a battle cry to go into battle for Harry and St George, it’s the sort of song that might inspire you to do your tax returns early (or possibly not in Gary’s case).