Gurroles: 2015-2016 season

So It Begins …

Date: 7th June, 2015

Between Birmingham Airport and Frankfurt

Join the queue along the tube that fits between the departure gate and the plane. Sterile, efficiency. I have picked up a courtesy paper: The Independent. I enjoy the no-nonsense style of the reporting and comment I usually find in it. I need something to do during the flight (I have, in belt and braces fashion brought a Staffordshire County Library book (Perfect People; and a buy-one-get-one half price pair of books from W.H. Smith’s at the airport) – I may also have some spare time while I’m away for the next couple of weeks … (does that sound convincing?)

But I am taken by a full page article in the COMMENT section, written by Professor Eamon Murphy (tutorial fellow, management studies: Pembroke College) and reproduce it here:

 

“Doing good should be part of any bid to host the World Cup

 

Fifa’s reputation is in tatters and the future of the World Cup tournament hangs in the balance. As the investigations against Fifa officials and members of host country governments unfold so does any notion that Fifa is an organisation fit for purpose. The key investigation is not simply the alleged nefarious wrongdoings of Sebb (sic.) Blatter and his associates, as important as that is. The investigations are shedding a light on a much wider and systematic problem. The business model that underpins the World Cup is fundamentally exploitative and dysfunctional.

Take the 2010 World Cup in South Africa as an example. Direct costs to the country of hosting the event totalled $4.9 billion, while Fifa’s own accounts claim it earned $2.35 billion from th event (2010 exchange rates). Five years later , South African taxpayers are still footing the bill for the Fifa bestowed honour of hosting the event. What’s left behind are ten white elephant stadiums whose final construction costs came in almost 1,000 per cent over budget, cost up to R70 million a year each to maintain and are never likely to generate enough revenue to service their annual maintenance costs, never mind what it took to build them in the first place. Sadly the same pattern is emerging in Brazil after the 2014 World Cup.

The tragedy is that the story of host countries being left with the bill for financing underutilised sporting infrastructure is not confined to South Africa or even to the World Cup tournament. Recent history is littered with examples of what is becoming known as the winner’s curse, the legacy costs of hosting a mega event. These include the 2008 Beijing Olympic Stadium, the venues for the Athens 2004 Olympic Games and the 2004 Uefa stadiums in Portugal. Perhaps the most infamous is the “Big Owe” Montreal Olympic Stadium which took Canadian taxpayers 30 years to pay off and was not built in time for the Olympic games.

These large sale and often spectacular sports venues have become monuments to the poor planning, over optimistic forecasting and weak governance, corruption, collusion and lack of accountability in the business of major sporting events. Simply replacing a handful of officials in Fifa is not going to make the problems go away. As Albert Einstein put it: “We can’t solve problems by using the same kind of thinking we used when we created them.”

Weighing up the costs and benefits for host countries of staging a mega event like a World Cup or Olympic Games is tricky because the list of expected benefits usually involves both tangible and intangible effects. The espoused justifications for bidding for the event are that they act as a a catalyst for much-needed infrastructure development and provide an economic booster to an otherwise deprived area, that they create employment attract tourism and showcase the region to the world as a desirable place to do business.

Despite this persistent assumption a growing body of evidence shows that, more often than not mega-events have no discernible positive economic impact on the development objectives of the host countries, the cities that stage the events or even the stadiums and venues as businesses in their own right.

The supply-side “field of dreams” belief that “if we build it, they will come” has failed over and over again. Building sporting venues does not stimulate demand from ticket buying  spectators. Interpreting the immediate buzz generated by great sporting events as a long term demand signal has turned out to be a costly mistake for taxpayers in developed and less developed economies alike.

Does this dismal track record mean that countries can never benefit from the World Cup? On the contrary. Our research suggests there is tremendous potential for Fifa to help with the development. Following the events of last week, Fifa has the perfect opportunity to break with its past, reposition its strategy, restructure its organisation and align its incentives to promote and develop football globally as a force for positive change.

To do so, apart from the obvious changes in personnel, it needs to switch the beneficence to the developing world (as claimed, rightly or wrongly, by Blatter’s supporters) from being a happy by-product, a bonus tacked on to Zurich’s gravy train, to being an explicit goal. Perhaps these events could target a specific development goals of the host nation, like healthcare, education or whatever. Fifa should then position itself as a trustworthy partner organisation to host countries.

At the bid stage, this means it needs to support potential host countries in making financially sound and realistic bids, especially with regard to the real costs of constructing venues and estimating future revenue generation. Fifa has the knowledge and expertise to adopt such a role. This will happen only if it also becomes more transparent about its financial arrangements, and puts in place processes to monitor and evaluate the long term value of the benefits of its disbursements.

Not all of the responsibility rests with Fifa, however. Future World Cup hosts should also consider establishing a World Cup delivery Authority that has overall, end-to-end responsibility for delivering infrastructure and ventures. This would need to be distinguished from the Local Organising Committee, which would be much like the London 2012’s Olympic Delivery Authority, an idea that originated in Sydney for the 200 Olympics. Such an authority would be able to ensure that the realistic costs and benefit estimates remained on-track and as such would also prevent the scope creep, cost escalation and collusion that result from a fragmented locally driven strategy.

As the world’s future major sporting events are set to take place in developing economies more often, it is increasingly vital that the potential benefits such events could generate are fully realised, in the long run, by those who need it the most.

There’s a place on the team for Fifa in delivering development goals, but it has a lot of work to do to prove it’s match-fit.”

This fascinating piece follows the detention of several top-level Fifa officials by the F.B.I, and the resignation of long-time president Sepp Blatter, shortly after his re-election. I like the scope of the article, the fact that it brings new insight into the processes and suggests a very positive way forward.

The decisions to host a World Cup finals tournament in Qatar has, for me defied any kind of logic since it was taken.

However I find it very hard, if not impossible to link Fifa with happenings at Walsall Football club – the organisations exists at very different level it has always seemed. Maybe not for much longer.

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Close Season

The Drama and the Pantomime Villain.

World Cup Finals

Brazil vs Chile

I am sitting here, exhausted, less by a yesterday spent  helping to decorate our  daughter’s new house  than by the couple of breath taking hours I have spent watching exciting drama unfold in Belo Horizonte. A match full of thrills, spills, endless endeavour and end to end football. A game that showed skilful players can also go toe-to-toe, taking and dishing out hard – but generally fair – physical punishment. Long-range and accurate shooting, long mazy dribbles, one-two passes, headers, agility from both keepers, and a stadium filled with supporters out to enjoy the spectacle and give their teams total support. A game that had me on the edge of my seat. A game that would have made a marvellous final.

The stadium filled with fans wearing either the bright yellow of Brazil or the proud red of Chile. Fans grouped and mixed together. Another level of atmosphere altogether.

Effort, pride, skill and emotion as the game see-sawed from end to end. Brazil taking the lead. The Chilean manager Jorge Sampaoli striding like a Ted Hughes caged tiger in the technical area, tense like a fist. Prowling. The tactics he had given his team worked. A loose throw in, possession seized and the ball beautifully turned into the Brazilian penalty box for Alexis Sanchez to rifle the ball into the net.

Some refereeing I was, at first annoyed by, big tackles going without remark or warning. But credit to Howard Webb and his two assistants (retrospectively) for letting the tow teams rip into each other with full-blooded challenges and muscle. Braver still in the early part of the second half he disallowed a Hulk goal for handball … when t=it would have been far, far easier to let it stand and give the well-supported home team the edge.

Instead the decision seemed to rock the Brazilian team a lot. Chile pressed them back and back and back and were on top for long spells – just could not score.

Inevitably extra time came and went. Penalties!

Great saves by Julio Cesar kept the first Chile penalties out, but the team rallied. Drew level. A fine display of nerves from all involved, but especially Neymar, tempting Claudio Brava (Chile’s captain) into diving (he didn’t) before the ball was struck. Brazil went through when their last penalty taker hit the post.

But what a brave effort and what an inspiring spectacle for the world audience.

It could have been the final, so intense was the competition. It could have been none of the better English derby game, with the strength of tackles and challenges going in; the exhausting amount of commitment shown by all.

Contrast this to the despicable, truly irrational behaviour of a most talented but seriously misguided Luis Suarez, biting Italian defender Chiellini during a game. Not the first time he has done this, having previously done so while wearing an Ajax and a Liverpool shirt. Both punished.

This third offence, seen by a world wide audience is exactly the wrong kind of example, taking the glory from what is still a simple, beautiful and beautifully simple game. He has been given a four month football ban. Long enough?

I am truly not sure.

 

On a more mundane, but Saddlers-style note, we have failed to get Febian Brandy back. After he was released by Sheffield United he decided to go to Championship club Rotherham. Understandable: a higher level of football, more money. But disappointing at the same tie. Wish him well – unless we play them of course!

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Close Season

Summer Solstice Been and Gone.

Phew!

We’ve had a couple of days of scorching weather either side of the summer solstice (by scorching I mean, for England, of course – that’ll be twenty plus Celsius)

And I am typing this during the half time break of ITV televised live game between Cameroon and Brazil. The atmosphere is crackling in the stadium: yellow shirted Brazilians swamping the seats and whooping it up in stunning fervour.

The score is 2 – 1. Two great gaols from Neymar – but Cameroon are full of spirit. It’s a proper game!

       

And England are out. Losing 2 -1 to a dogged Luis Suarez inspired Uruguay. Out-played and out- fought. Just not good enough. I am well past the recriminations stage: they are not realistic the ranting fools that call for his head, or changes to rules.We lacked skill and we didn’t have the determination to give that little bit more that overpowers, intimidates, shocks and confounds those against whom we played. There are questions to be answered, but not those posed by the fickle media. There are points to be made about the European – particularly English Premier league – way of treating football as business, not football as sport. Rumours doing the early rounds that the F.I.F.A. World Cup may not continue as a competition; that U.E.F.A. will set up an opposite/different competition.

We have one game left: tomorrow night against a Costa Rica team that have surprised and impressed their opponents so far.

But, at the moment I am truly caught up in a game! Football as I like it. The match is about skill, expectation, underdogs, hope and luck. It feels like a game. Unlike the two that England turned up to earlier. Honestly, I have few expectations of the type of player that pull on the national shirts for my country these days. I see them as – no fault of their own, perhaps – being far removed from the fans. It’s about the wages, but about far, far more. Pride, for example. Passion. Never-say-die; that Alf-Tupper willingness to go on and on and on that Uruguay’s Suarez demonstrated so perfectly in coming back from a serious injury and walloping two goals past Joe Hart – even after he should have been exhausted. I am sure such bulldog spirit used to be an English trade mark.

The game is played on the pitch and the likes of Rooney (particularly) seem content to believe the drivel pulped out by the press. Ego, not effort.

Ah well …

Wimbledon tennis championship started this week. How will Andy Murray cope this year?

 

 

The Tour de France begins in eleven days. Begins in – of all places –  Yorkshire. The first stages being as follows:

Saturday 5th July: first stage, Leeds Harrogate, 190 km Sunday 6th July: second stage, York Sheffield, 200 km Monday 7th July: third stage, Cambridge London, 170 km

Back to my own football club: lowly Saddlers with big dreams. A whole host of pre-season friendlies coming up, some activity in signing up players: Joe O’Connor as replacement (though of course we do not “replace” people as simply as that) for Andy Butler who couldn’t agree on a deal and has joined Sheffield Utd. Wales under-19 and under 21 forward Tom Bradshaw, from Shrewsbury Town and a  non-League goalkeeper, Craig MacGillivray (from Harrogate).

I am looking forward to more of the Brazil game (have to go in a moment) but also to the start of the season. Fixtures are out now and we get one of my least favourite places out of the way on day one: Port Vale away.

… and, who knows maybe some fire from the England team in their last game in Brazil?

 

images: Neymar in the net: mirror.co.uk

Cameroon lion: metro.co.uk

Andy Murray (last year): telegraph.co.uk

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Close Season

“You’re Only Supposed to Blow the Bl**$y Doors Off!”

Today is the day the gloves come off: England’s first game in this World Cup. Against Italy in the “group of death”! the media hype has been generally positive. Is that to do with manager Roy Hodgson’s calm, down-to-earth style? Or the attitude of the media?

Knowing the game didn’t kick off until 11 p.m. our time I prepared myself. A morning up at the allotment: sowing Swedes, radish and planting out beans.

Then watching the Trooping of the Colour on BBC TV. Today is the queen’s eighty eighth birthday and with great camera work and angles we saw how stirringly – yet calmly – we can do pageantry. Precision in detail – on a massive scale. Chelsea Pensioners, messages from Afghanistan, the Royal Artillery, the standards and marching, those impressively statuesque drum horses of the mounted band, the swords. All in perfect weather conditions. The Royal Family on the balcony of Buckingham Palace. The fly past which included the battle of Britain Memorial Flight  and the Red Arrows. Both of these were at the Cosford Airshow I went to last week (although the BBMF was without the Lancaster bomber).

                

This is her official birthday (her actual birthday is 21st April). In the Birthday Honours List were Stephen Sutton, a local teenager who did so much to raise awareness of teenage cancer and ring a new attitude to life for so many people. He truly deserves this prestigious award.

It seems to me that, for some reason we have a lot more programmes on TV this year celebrating our history and heritage. No bad thing.

After that, while lazily channel surfing I came across the Italian Job film. The original, not the ungainly remake. The 1960s film that turned the already impressively versatile Mini into a world-wide film star and coincidentally featured a fictional international game in Turin as backdrop for the story. The film is dated now, but I still enjoyed the car chase sequences: some of the best movie chase sequences I have ever seen because they are different – and do not take themselves so seriously.

  

Seemed like a long day before the BBC team were running up the inevitable talk-before-the –game chatter. But, in contrast to the rather amateur, unprepared bumbling of ITV teams this was stylish and informed.

Over to the match. Manaus, Northern Brazil. England started quickly. Some good cheeky skills from Raheem Stirling, good tackling back from Danny Wellbeck, but Italy always looking dangerous, seeming better able to keep possession than the England team. Joe Hart, looking good in goals.

Then Italy scored: a well worked goal from a set piece with a powerful drive from well outside the box beating the diving keeper.

England back into the action, energetically. Rooney throwing off the mediocre start made the play and Sturridge put the ball into the net for a splendid equaliser. During the goal celebrations, it seems the England physio dislocated his ankle and wsa stretchered off. One for future quizzes.

Half time.

Italy on the offensive. A marvellous saving goals line clearance from Phil Jagielka.

A few minutes later a superb goal from Mario Balotelli.

And try as England might Italy always put themselves in control. England players had perhaps run themselves out of the game. A few went down with cramp. Interesting that the Italians did not. Does that say something about how prepared – or not – we are?

The conditions are warmer, the Italians live in conditions like these, so that may have something to do with it.

But, it was good to see England competing. I am so pleased that we have none of the pre-game excuse making in this competition so far (long may it continue).

Interesting point is the use of spray by the referees in this tournament to mark the spot a free kick is to be taken from and the line ten yards away for the defensive wall. What a simple idea, but so effective.

There are at least two games left for us: Uruguay and Costa Rica, so all is not lost.

images: Trooping of the Colour: dailymail, telegraph and BBC

Italian Job: dailymail and ptsnob.com

Balotelli: brunchnews.com

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Everyone's a Manager

Open Training Session

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Nothing to do (well, nothing to do immediately anyway) and the lure of an open training session at the Banks’ stadium. Free.

Enough said eh?

Driving through the lanes I noticed the hedges greening up; large sections of blackthorn blossom (“sloe winter” I think my grandfather would have said, with a smile). Past the arboretum. Talk on the radio is about the approaching Commonwealth Games (Glasgow, Scotland, The World Cup in Brazil: first game is England v Italy!) and the start of the cricket season (which doesn’t and never has particularly interested me).

Bright sun, inflatable have a go goals outside the stand, car park full.

First day of the Easter holidays of course. Well done to whoever organised the day, picking up local school kids (and their parents). About three hundred there. Young children, grandparents, teenagers (trying to look cool – and why not?).

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Playing surface is remarkably good. In the stand where a couple of days ago, Bristol City fans celebrating managing to avoid promotion (and doing the double over us!) a couple of people are tidying up rubbish with brooms, gloves and plastic bags.

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I have mentioned Stadium Disasters in recent posts (Hillsborough was followed quite quickly by a fire at Bradford). This fire was caused when a match or cigarette ash fell through the boards of the stand into piles of rubbish tucked “out of sight/out of mind” and quickly spread. People rushed – sensibly enough – to get out of the ground, but the outside doors were locked and people died in the crush: those at the front of the rush. And, rather morbidly my mind is taken back to that time.But then Dean Smith is being interviewed on the pitch by our, hmmm, let’s say portly stadium announcer.

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There is a deep modesty about Smith here. He speaks well, quietly, no dissembling. He talks about this being a “routine, no-tricks, usual Monday training session”. He mentions the play-offs (“now it seems we can no longer make the play offs” …) and confirms we will be doing “our duty to the other League One clubs” by going out for results in the remaining games and goes on to talk about ambitions for next season, looking for players coming in, young academy players stepping up (for me Bakayoko is a great example of this happening already) and the success o Jamie Paterson and Will Grigg.

But, and I paraphrase here, he also says that while we are looking for players to do a job, we will only take on players if they can add something to the squad and are better than what we already have.

I am reassured. Then announced as on match day with the phrase

“… the pride of the Midlands, the Saddlers: Walsall Football Club” on come the players. They stroll, walk and skip to the centre.

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Down below me there are three guys who strike me a professional types. I wonder, lazily if they are scouts. There are players here that have had a good season, should be attracting the attention of higher league clubs. Others, out on loan, Ngoo, Lalkovic (nowhere to be seen), Brandy well worth a look. It might be worth finding out about their attitude to training. They have books, folders and I try to sneak a look but am too far away.

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I quietly fill in a form that might win me two tickets to the game on Bank Holiday Monday. If I try hard enough I can visualise myself winning. Can’t I ?

There’s an announcement that the day will be Family Fun Day, cheaper entrance, activities. Again, great local promotion. I hope it brings a few extra faces, young ones to the game. We need fans, that loyalty. This is one way to do it.

The “cleaners” have moved around and are now in the upper tiers of the Tiles R Us stand.

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Exercises are intended to stretch the players, a lot of core work, getting rid of the effects, tensions and toxins from the game on Saturday.

Andy Butler is obviously aware of his physical strength; a shame he isn’t this imposing in every game, but shows his strength. The way he did in riding a couple of strong challenges early on in the Bristol game. Confident, relaxed: a captain.

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The second training session alongside is run by Richard O’Kelly and is a series of game situations.

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I take some photos (A lot actually), enjoy the sunshine, the lack of pressure because this is not a match day and, failing to win the free match tickets, creep away, passing Milan Lalkovic sitting in the stand; presumably resting his hamstring injury.

Carlisle away on Good Friday. Won’t be able to make that long journey (although it was where our first fight back against relegation under Dean Smith started (was that last season or the one before) when we won 3-0 (goals from Will Grigg as I recall).

Then at home to Gillingham on Bank Holiday Monday – have to get my ticket.

 

 

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