Posts Tagged ‘Opinion’

Fit’s Adee?

Wednesday, February 17th, 2010

I’d be failing in my duty as a blogger, firstly about Scottish football, and secondly as an unashamed Aberdeen fan, not to say something more about the latest Pittodrie Horror Show. And trust me: I’d rather not, but here goes anyway.

Shocking. Cringeworthy. Brutal. Mince. Keech. Humiliating. And perhaps the most unpleasant of all, the three tragic words: To. Be. Expected.

Yes, it was a deeply terrible, terrible result. The inconsistency that has plagued us all season long returned with a vengeance last night to produce a result of such epic badness that I am struggling to find the words to express how I feel this morning, so I’ll let the picture above do the talking for me.

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The continuing saga of Scottish football

Monday, November 16th, 2009

About a week or so ago, I wrote two articles on this site about the perilous state the Scottish game finds itself in. Back then, I bemoaned the fact that the game north of the border was being haunted by events on and off the field, from financial troubles to crowd troubles, from declining standards to declining credibility, and from a lack of competition to a lack of crowds.

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The tip of the iceberg?

Thursday, June 11th, 2009

The proposed sale of Christiano Ronaldo from Manchester United to Real Madrid will set a new world record transfer fee only days after the sale of Brazilian Kaka from AC Milan to the Bernabeu. For Ronaldo, the move is a culmination of an ambition he has never made secret. No one was fooled for one minute at his expressed desire to remain in Manchester when a similar transfer deal from Spain failed to materialise last year.

Real Madrid’s Florentino Perez (in his second term as club president) has already delivered on his election promises by landing first Kaka, then Ronaldo, a player he said he would do ‘everything possible to land’ as Los Galacticos mount another challenge to arch-rivals Barcelona.

For Manchester United the sale represents a return on an initial investment that most fund managers would be kill their grandmother for. Sir Alex nurtured Ronaldo from the spotty, show-boating upstart into arguably one of the greatest players of his generation. The £12m it cost to bring him from Sporting Lisbon has been more than recouped as he helps Manchester United to three League titles, two Champions League victories, an FA Cup and three League Cup wins. In getting rid of him when they are, Manchester United are disposing of a player who at 24 is probably reaching the peak of his career and who would have been the cause of another unnesserary distraction over the summer as the debate about his loyalty – or not – to the Old Trafford club rages.

Whether the money will be used to purchase a replacement for the 20+ goals-a-season winger, or to service the £700m debt the club have remains unclear, but should Sir Alex be given the money, he may look to secure one or more of the players linked to the club over the last few months – Carlos Teves (long the subject of a will-he, wont-he transfer saga), Wigans’ Antonia Velez or maybe even Lyon forward Karim Benzema.

The scale of the £80m deal will no doubt send shock-waves around the world at a time when there are many clubs facing increasing pressure from banks and investors who themselves are keen to shore up their own precarious financial situation. Earlier this month auditors KPMG expressed their  concern at the finances of Kop Football Holdings – the parent company which owns Liverpool FC – stating that it had “serious doubts” about the future of KFH unless outstanding loans are refinanced before the next payment to their backers is due in July.

When we put the Ronaldo transfer (or for that matter Kaka’s earlier this week) into the perspective of the current climate, eyebrows may well be raised. For example, the sum of money to be paid to Manchester United would have kept the 850 employees at LDV Vans in work, in turn saving the UK Government an additional £53m in unemployment benefit and lost taxation, not to mention the possible risk of an additional 5,000 jobs being lost in the service industries that supply LDV. It would also go a long way to clearing the combined debt of the clubs in the Scottish Premier League as they face an uncertain future with the imminent demise of Setanta. Lower down the leagues, it would save clubs like Stranraer, Stirling Albion, Clyde, Livingston and Luton, safeguarding football in these towns for years to come.

However, it would be lazy and unimaginative to pretend to be shocked at the seemingly obscene amount of money this deal (should it go through) involves. No amount of rightious indignation or moral outrage will hide the fact that this move is pure business. And football is business – big business – as the pressure to win an ever bigger share of the prize money on offer pushes clubs further and further into debt in pursuit of the ever dangling carrots on offer to the sucessful clubs.

Is Ronaldo worth £80m? Is anyone worth that much money? Well, both Manchester United and Real Madrid seem to think so, and who are we to argue. Ronaldo will earn millions for his new club in merchandising, TV and image rights, sponsorship and – lest we forget – success on the field as Los Galacticos sweep all before them. Or so they hope: Barcelona’s 6-2 demolition of Real Madrid might suggest that it’s at the back that Real should focus, but somehow a star defender does not quite have the same star-appeal as a pacy free-scoring winger.

The size of transfer fees have been causing sharp intakes of breath ever since Aston Villa paid £100 for the services of Wille Groves back in 1893 as it did when Denis Law became the UK’s first £100,000 transfer in 1961, Trevor Francis the first £1m transfer when he left Birmingham to move to Nottingham Forest, or when Alan Shearer became the UK’s first double digit transfer deal when Newcastle paid Blackburn £15m for his services. Like Moore’s Law, transfer fees will continue to rise while the clubs paying them can afford to do so.

No, the real issue with this transfer and all that follow is that it will widen the gulf between the poor, the rich, the super-rich and the obscenely wealthy clubs even further. This is already becoming more self evident with every passing season in the the so-called ‘Big Five’ leagues, i.e. the English, Spanish, Italian, German and French domestic competitions, competitions dominated by a small group of super-rich teams who face little competition from the other teams in their respective leagues.

Nowhere is this more in evidence than in Scotland. Though not part of the Big Five, Rangers and Celtic face a similar predicament. Infinitely better than the ‘also-rans’ that make up the rest of the league, both halves of the Old Firm, who between them have won the league since 1985, are keen to find a way in which they can flex their financial muscle in a setup with bigger (financial) fish to fry. Ideally this would involve a move to the English leagues, though there has also been talk of an Atlantic League with top teams from second tier leagues; perhaps not as romantic as being part of the Big Five, but there will always be more money on offer than there would be where they to continue as part of the SPL setup.

Aspirants to this financial nirvana are not short on the ground. Outside of the teams that make up the top four in the EPL, there are a slew of clubs not afraid to saddle themselves with debts, part of a calculated gamble they take in order to be part of this international jetset. And why is this so important?

Given that the rich will only get richer, and taking into consideration the sitation in which Rangers and Celtic find themselves, it’s not too far fetched to foresee a time when the top clubs in Europe will break away from their domestic leagues to form a league structure not unlike the one found in the MLS: small, self contained, without relegation or promotion, just a series of games against each other, all televised live around the world from Salford to Seoul, Barcelona to Bombay and Munich to Manila. The games would not even have to be played at Old Trafford or at the Camp Nou, because in this Orwellian scenario, your bum on their seat is no longer important: according to a report by Deloitte, in season 2007/08, the leagues which comprise the Big Five made more money from broadcast rights (and sponsorship) than they did from matchday gate receipts.

Real Madrid, and more particularly club president Perez are taking a big gamble with Ronaldo and Kaka. A collection of great players does not always make for a great team, and the previous batch of high-price talent he brought to Madrid during his last tenure as president largely failed to impress.

Whatever happens, the world of football will never be the same again.

Why Calderwood should stay

Tuesday, January 20th, 2009

Regular readers of this blog will know that under the surface of an otherwise neutral and unbiased body of work beats the heart of a dyed-in-the-wool (if you pardon the expression) Aberdeen fan. Now, I’ll be amongst the first to admit that I’ve not always been too supportive of the man adoringly called ‘Tango’ by the more cynical supporter of the Reds, indeed, on several occasions having been  known to have demanded Calderwoods resignation. 

I’m not proud of it, but there have been times, mainly around the start of the season when quite frankly Calderwoods tactics, squad selection and comments to the press have baffled. A beginning to the 2008/09 season was disastrous, the Reds not being able to buy a win at home for love nor money. Defensively poor, a lack of goals from our strikers and, to make matters worse, players coming out blaming the supporters for piling unrealistic expectations on the team did not make Calderwood a popular man around these parts. 

But give the man his dues. In recent weeks the team has changed beyond all recognition. At last we seem to be gelling – our defense has gotten its act together, Lee Miller has figured out what those two things at the end of his ankles are for and we have managed to not lose at home now for six games. The win over Celtic earlier this week was the culmination of all that change, not just on the field, but also, we suspect in the dresing room. 

For the first time in many years, I genuinely think this is the finest Aberdeen squad since the great teams of the early 80’s and early 90’s. Since Calderwood has taken over, he’s brought in some quality players – Barry Nicholson and Jamie Langfield joined in 2005, Stevie Lovell (now with Falkirk) joined in 2006 scoring 24 goals in over 30 appearances for the club, as did Lee Miller, currently the club’s top scorer. In the last year, Charlie Mulgrew, whose ability to put in a decent cross as well as his set-piece expertise has added another dimension to the team, while Sone Aluko, signed on a permanent contract from Birmingham City is proving to be a revelation for the Dons.  

Calderwood has made mistakes. Jackie McNamara never lived up to his promise, letting Barry Nicholson go was also a mistake that took a while to repair, at least until Gary McDonald and Mark Kerr arrived at Pittodrie. Calderwood has yet to find a suitable backup for Jamie Langfield, Bertrand Bossu so far failing to impress in the few outings he’s had and Scott Severin belongs in midfield, not defence. The obsession Calderwood seems to have with Richard Foster is inexplicable, Foster having pace but a poor first touch and his passing leaving a lot to be desired.

For all that though, Aberdeen are currently riding high. We’re in third spot, miles behind Rangers, true, but remaining there will at least meet fan expectation of another European campaign; we’re also into the Fifth round of the Scottish Cup. 

In the last few days, Jimmy has been linked with the vacant spot at Norwich (a job he’s unlikely to get) and, perhaps more worryingly, Dutch Premier League side FC Utrecht. Calderwood has admitted that there has been contact, although not concerning any possible moves, but speculation is rife. Calderwood has played and managed in Holland and is certainly well know and respected there. The unofficial FC Utrecht message forums seems to be keen on Jimmy also, with many posts in the forums in favour of bringing the 53 year-old back to Holland. 

In a way you can’t blame Calderwood for wanting to leave. He’s never going to win the league in Scotland, European football and a domestic Cup perhaps being the pinacle of achievement. And thats not to say we wouldn’t be happy with that. Not winning the league is a given if you’re not a follower of an Old Firm team.

But he’ll never win the league with FC Utrecht either, the Old Firm dominance in Scotland replaced with a trio of teams, Ajax, PSV and Feyenoord that  have won the league on-and-off since 1981. But it’s a new challenge, perhaps something that Calderwood needs after four years at the helm at Pittodrie. 

What I’m trying to say is that for the first time I can remember for some time, it’s clear we need Jimmy to stay at the club. Changing horses in midstream is never a good idea, especially when the club is doing so well. However, that may not be up to me, or the supporters. I hope that Jimmy stays, at least until the end of the season, just to get us to the promised land of non-old Firm teams – a European spot, perhaps a domestic trophy.

If we achieve that at least this season, then we can look back on 2008/09 as another good campaign.

The Referee’s Dilemma

Saturday, November 29th, 2008

It’s a chant often heard at football games all around the world. “The referee’s a bastard”. Or “who’se the bastard in the black”. I’ll even confess to shouting it myself a few times. Like any football fan I get frustrated – to put it mildly – whenever a referee makes a bad decision, one so blatantly wrong that you have to question the sanity, the vision and the impartiality of the man. And all this from my excellent vantage point high up in the South Stand at Pittodrie.

It has always bothered me how a referee, armed with the rules of the game and assisted by two linesmen as well as a fourth official can ever make a mistake. The rules of the game are simple, always have been. You keep up with the play, you watch the action, you make your impartial decisions based on the letter of the law. Coaches, players and supporters cannot influence you, because you have the rules of the game on your side.

Based on this unyielding belief that the rules, well, rule,  at 0830 this morning, with a cold westerly wind blowing the rain across the astroturf, Inside Left had to stand in as referee for his daughters hockey game. I’m thinking this can’t be hard, a bunch of 8 year-olds couldn’t give me any trouble, even if I don’t actually know the rules of the game.

But from the second the game kicked off – or whatever a hockey game does – the action was frantic. The ball went everywhere: over the line, partly over the line, behind the goal line. The hockey sticks started going high and the game got a bit more physical than I had anticipated. 5 minutes into the game, the thing I had secretly dreaded: the first shout. “Oi, ref!!!”, shouted the coach of the other team, “that was never their throw-in, it came off their own player”. He’s looking at me, the hands outstretched like Jesus in a tracksuit expecting me to make a decision. The truth is, I didn’t see a thing. Or, at least, I didn’t see who touched it last. I just sort off, well, assumed …

Ten minutes into the game, another contentious decision. Our team scores (a lovely cross from the left, excellent first touch to control the ball, a turn on the heels, a short pass to our onrushing winger who fires it past the goalkeeper). Sadly, the shot came from outside the 11 metre line – it doesn’t count. I blow my whistle, proud of my righteous impartiality, when my daughter and her team-mate who scored the goal came over and said “Dad, whose side are you on?”.  And so it went on. Difficult decisions, shouts from both benches, frantic end-to-end action and I’m finding it hard to keep up with the play and see what is going on.

Towards the end of the game, our team 2-1 down and with only 2 minutes left on the clock, the ball breaks lose in midfield. It somehow ends up at the feet of our pacey center-forward who, with a deft touch of the stick takes it past the last defender and bears down on goal. I’m running behind her, slightly off the pace but there is no doubt in my mind she’s going to score. I have to put the whistle in my mouth to prevent me from screaming “go aun, fucking get it in there”. With no other defenders around her she’s clear through, one on one with the keeper. “An easy chance” I’m thinking. As she pulls the trigger and shoots I’m already blowing the whistle for a goal and rather convincingly start pointing my left arm back towards the center circle. A split second later I look back at the goal and realise she only gone and fired wide. It skims of the post mind, but fucking wide nevertheless.  There’s only a minute to go now and there’s nothing I can do, no matter how much I want to, to help my daughters team get back on level points. Even the 3 minutes injury time I conjure up from nowhere proves fruitless, so I blow the whistle just as the other team look like they’re about to score. 2-1. At home. If only I had allowed that goal in the first half, we’d have had a point. Fuck sake.

It was my first ever performance as referee and, I hope, not the last. But while I enjoyed it immensely, sitting in the car on the way home, I suddenly realised just how hard a referee’s job actually is. For one, no matter how impartial you try to be, we are human and favouritism seeps through no matter how hard you try to deny it. An example – in the first half the ball went out of play. I didn’t see who it came off last to be honest, so I weighed up giving my daughters team the ball (which might be considered biased) or the other team (perhaps more sportsman-like, but also a potentially biased decision). Another example: midway through the second half, a stramash in the far corner. The ball goes over the line, right in front of the oppositions team’s parents. All the players start shouting it was their ball, the parents are shouting for their own team – and everyone’s looking at me. I rather meekly whistled for a corner to our team, much to the disbelief and disgust of half the pitch.

I didn’t see it, I’ve no idea who it came off last, and I didn’t have the benefit of replays, goal line technology or a linesman to consult. I made a decision – a deeply, profoundly biased one, favouring my daughters team.

The point of all this is that we are all – referee’s included – human. We make mistakes, we have biases not matter how much you try to hide it. You may not support the teams whose game you are officiating at, but the crowd influence you, the players influence you, the coaches influence you to the point where impartiality becomes blurred and the letter of the law disappears in favour of not getting yer heed stoved in, whether on a hockey pitch – or  in a dark street in the center of Glasgow one night.

The next time a referee makes a bad decision in a game I’m watching, I might not shout as much as I used to. Make no mistake – it’s a tough gig. And dont get me wrong: I’m not saying they’re always right and I am certainly not in favour of introducing technology into a game that is already in danger of becoming sterile and boring under the weight of ever increasing petty rules (such as the absurd yellow-carding of players celebrating a goal), but after today, for the first time ever, I think I’m beginning to understand.

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