The extremely attractive and ever-purposeful Maria Sharapova was in the news and on TV this week: admitting to –and trying to explain away- the positive results of a drug test.
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She has, she says, been taking the drug meldonium (don’t ask me) for ten years. But it was recently added to the banned substances list by the World Tennis Association. She hadn’t realised this and was pronounced guilty.
Hmmm: I find it interesting. Not only because she is not hard to look at, but also because this is the latest in a line of successful athletes (she is undoubtedly that and demonstrably committed to her sport) finding themselves on the horns of this performance-enhancing dilemma.
To be successful, and remain so, sportsmen and women need to be at the peak. This needs every possible source of help possible: financial, psychological, physical and medical. This, in turn, means they attract sponsors and make money through endorsements (none of which is even vaguely wrong). But, in this world of easy access to steroids, legal, not-quite and downright risky: where to draw that line?
It is hard to believe, too, that such a dedicated, perfectionist-in-preparation would not have noticed. Hard to believe, but not impossible (and she knows how to get her retaliation in first!). In her presentation she appeared honest and prepared to accept whatever judgement is pronounced.
But her sponsors (including Nike, Porsche and Tag Heuer) are already backing away from her: cancelling contracts and fees left, right and centre.
Speaking of money and affordability: the Premier League will be placing a cap on prices for away supporters next season of thirty pounds. What a welcome decision, though not as welcome as it being set at twenty pounds and including any league in which Walsall might be playing next year.
At some point I had this off-the-wall idea that all four top league clubs should be allowed a “joker”. To be played when they feel they could beat the team at the bottom of the Premier League (in an aggregate-scored home and away legged match). So Aston Villa are struggling (painfully so) at the bottom of the premiership as I type the Walsall hierarchy might decide to play the joker. We get two games arranged: we win (in my imagination by a significant score line). Then, literally swap places. Walsall are now at the bottom of the Premiership, Villa in League One (play-off places as it happens).
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So, Reading- not quiet chosen at random – (from the Championship) decide to play their joker and the two games are duly organised and played. Perhaps Reading would win: Walsall drop into the Championship and Reading are – at last – in the premiership. It would bring a whole new dimension to every season: politics, and a greater desire to avoid that perilous bottom place.
Any thoughts?
Anyway we have our third “new” manager, though actually it is our one-time physio Jon Witney, back in charge of team affairs again. He is an excellent motivator, thoughtful and inspirational when he talks: engages people well and, so far, has been able to press the right buttons with the team. Noticeably during our last home game against Barnsley, while Sean O’Driscoll stood, a little forlornly outside the dug-out (body language! Body language!) Witney was up and shaking his fist, pointing …
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So maybe we have impetus again. Witney has certainly stepped up to the oche media wise.
My comments re the articulate nature of O’Driscoll when interviewed but became stale with “other teams recognise how we play now and will shut us down” style repetitions. Reminiscent to me of Graham Taylor as England manager making excuses even before kick-off. And while he undoubtedly had experience he was somehow failing to connect somewhere. “Funny,” Andy will say to me “how in football we so little about what actually goes on …”
So, do I chance going to Chesterfield on Saturday? Risk humiliation? Frustration? Victory?
Do the neighbourhood cats use our front garden as a toilet?
I text Andy.
Yes, we’re all set.
Saturday is the second consecutive sunny warm day: spring is a creeping up on us (although according to the Met Office their spring is already under way) I visit the barber’s, just down the road and around the corner. There’s a guy and three primary school age lads in the queue ahead of me.
“Their mother’s broken her foot,” he informs me. The lads are, generally well behaved, the youngest is for years old; bit squirmy, even with a free lollipop. They had a tour of Molineux (the home ground of Wolverhampton Wanderers and the pitch was being sprayed with something that smelled of garlic. That has me wondering – of course it does!)
Up to Rugeley, in the plush freshly cleaned by charity fundraiser and we sweep onto the roads.
Get there early. Sit and chat in the car until around ten past two (all public transport should be free to everyone), wander across to the Proact Stadium, purchase the tickets from the Away fans ticket office and through the automated gates without fuss. Couple of coffees and a simple burger and we watch the players warm up. The Forde is injured and out rumour scotched: he’s training and on the bench for the kick off.
And while we’re choosing a place to sit – behind the goals in the sun-flooded North Stand we smile at an announcement coming over the public address system:
“We would like to apologise to those in the West Stand for a fault with the speakers that means you may not be able to hear announcements made this afternoon”.
????
Only at an English football match, surely?
And we kick off and control the game. Full of energy. Jordy Hiwula starting this game.
There are around eight hundred Walsall fans around me: noisy, irreverent and self-deprecating. There are some, rather cruel and un necessary chants aimed at O’Driscoll. I guess he is at home, drinking a cup of tea. That we are the last thing on his mind now. I wish him well, but … back to the game.
Where Chesterfield are having a few attacks … from this point of view alarming holes seem to regularly open up in our defence; and the Chesterfield strikers are passing accurately and it is very hard to win the ball back …
… and O’Connor puts the ball into our net. He and Etheridge exchange a few choice words. This isn’t what we came for! I have been impressed by Etheridge this season: he gets involved, he’s agile, usually commands his area and gives advice to players on the field (the goalkeeper always has a view because the game is all in front of him).
But he is at fault here: he should have gone out and taken the ball.
Test of character? Pivotal moment?
Do we roll our eyes, give up and go belly up at this point? We’ve not played well recently; not won recently: our manager has been sacked?
No1. We roll up our sleeves, metaphorically speaking, and get back to the job. Although Mantom seems indecisive and Sawyers less involved that earlier in the season.
Still, there is soon another own goal: this time at the other end.
Half time. Time for the Witney chat!
Second and the Spire-ites seem less happy, jaded and we see a lot of the action. Right in front of us. And we look determined now, steely. Hiwula puts in some neat touches, Bradshaw as always keen to run things down. Rico henry is sharp and as a point to prove – after being left out by O’Driscoll. He is the shortest player on the pitch but has great ability in the air too.
The Chesterfield goal is under siege. A passing move across the front of their area… oh no, just one pass too many?
Absolutely not. The ball is at the feet of Sammy Mantom and put into the net.
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Two – one!
Sheer delight! Players and fans! The blessed relief of it is undeniable. Then comes the pantomime. Walsall players surging towards us travelling fans have a Chesterfield player in amongst them: swept up in the frenzy. He is pushed about and looks stunned, but, honestly couldn’t get out of the way. Other Chesterfield players come swarming in: a punch is thrown by Dion Donohue, the referee is whistling, whistling, whistling but nobody is paying much attention. Players coming in to calm things down get carried away …
… eventually the referee regains control, has a conference with his two assistants (one of whom is shaking his head (“ I was too far away, didn’t see anything” presumably).
But the thrower of the punch is shown a red card and the floodgates open.
Chesterfield had, it seems run themselves out of energy in the first half … but not us.
Jordy Hiwula picks up a sloppy bit of defending, beats the goalkeeper, skilfully.
And the Walsall fans are calling for four.
Sam Mantom, playing with much more purpose now gets on the ned of a sweet pass and slots in the fourth.
The journey home is smooth enough – and the sun is still beaming down as I pull into my own drive.
Anyone for the trip to Fleetwood on Tuesday?