All entries for June 2008
June 08, 2008
It’s like nothing has changed
It is three days into the Euro 2008 championships, and I am in a parallel universe. I have managed to forget about Big Brother but I have been less successful in forgetting about the lack an international team in Austria and Switzerland. You know who I mean! The side plays their matches at Wembley stadium, wear a white shirt emblazoned with three lions, and once won a trophy when my parents were in their teenage years.
In a weird way it is quite relaxing that there is no home interest in the tournament. I did not realise how good I look in a Spanish football shirt (!) and I have not had to build myself up into an emotional frenzy that crashes within the first seconds of an England game after the first tepid back pass to goal. I do not have to treat ‘news from the England camp’ with the same importance as one of those alarming adverts of the 1970s that told you to hide under a bridge during nuclear fallout. .
This year, I do not need to believe that this will be ‘England’s year’ after what I believe is a convincing win against a difficult opposition ends in the following match with a heartbreaking penalty shootout. I do not need to waste the next two days on Internet forums discussing why England cannot take penalties. I believe that England in an international football tournament has become as predictable as an Eastenders plot line.
Despite my relaxation, I was obviously disappointed that England did not qualify, but I did not believe that hell had frozen over because my national team had failed to qualify for a tournament that is arguably more difficult then a World Cup. I believed that it was a case of short term pain for long gain. For at least the last decade, or probably longer, England had been bereft of ideas and had been living on past glories of Euro 96, which some observers still believe that England won in all but name.
With the lack of home interest, I optimistically hoped that Gerrard, Terry, Lampard, Rooney and the rest would be locked into barren rooms that played constant Euro 2008 coverage, to help them understand their failure to qualify for a tournament. I did not want to see Theo Walcott on All Star Mr and Mrs, Peter Crouch frolicking around a beach without a care in the world and Wayne Rooney’s stag night.
I wanted Steve McClaren to have spent the months since that Croatia game considering how he had effectively failed to lead his team to Austria and Switzerland. I did not want to see a ‘media’ campaign that was about as reflective in tone as stagnant water, which announced that McClaren was back and ready for job offers. The whole sorry episode reminded me of Del Boy trying to sell a battered Robin Reliant.
My therapy after last November’s Croatia game was helped by the appointment of Fabio Capello. I optimistically believed that the new manager would bring some fresh ideas to the table. I even believed that England could actually play in a formation that was not 4-4-2 and that young players could get a chance to shine in preparation for the World Cup 2010 qualifying campaign. I believed that I could sit down and enjoy Euro 2008, with the thought that everything was ticking along nicely at home, and I could enjoy an England campaign in 2010 that would not collapse into acrimony at the quarter final stage.
The warning signs were there when Beckham played in an England friendly within Paris at the end of March. I was pleased to see Beckham get his sort-after cap and I applauded his contribution to club and country over the last decade or so. I was surprised to see Beckham return for the further friendly matches and concerned to see that ‘Becks’ had re-established himself to the right of the midfield. I do not doubt his ability as a dead ball specialist, but does England have no emerging right wing talent that could be at the peak of their powers for World Cup 2010.
I can not help but feel that an opportunity has already been lost in failing to try out some young talent in the England ranks. Trying out means not just calling up young turks like Joe Hart and Gabby Agbonlahor for a training session. Trying out does not mean an 89th minute cameo like a Britain’s Got Talent act but giving at least 45 minutes of action for these young and enthusiastic players. Remember the revelation in World Cup 2006 matches, when we discovered that Aaron Lennon was able to run at defences?
I now read that Steven Gerrard is now being primed for the left wing side of the midfield. This move smacks of desperation on the same level as Coca Cola’s attempts in 1985 to convince a sceptical public about the taste of ‘New Coke.’ Why change a winning formula? Find me a Liverpool fan who can earnestly tell me that Gerrard can perform at his best on the left wing, and I will run naked up
I can offer some more concerns about England’s game, but I think that these are old concerns, and the will starts draining from you when the same issues return again and again. I guess that the jury is out until the World Cup qualifying games. I also have to wonder whether I would have been so pessimistic if England had been in Austria and Switzerland this summer.
I can be assured that Euro 2008 has to be a sobering experience for everyone connected with the England national team from the fans through to the FA hierarchy. The lack of action in June 2008 does not just means some breathing space for the football suits to work out how to get the World Cup to England in 2018.
It is probable till 29th June that none of us can forget about the fact that England are not at the tournament. We can try and support a random foreign team, and I am following Spain because I believe that their football should be of the style that should be adopted by England. We have to hope the lessons of Euro 2008 will be learnt and this great footballing nation will come back stronger in 2010. After all, missing out on one tournament can be regarded as unfortunate; two will be seen as a crisis.
The Strange Case of Liverpool and the Media
I can remember the first time that I ventured onto Merseyside. It was the last day of September in 2000 and I was on a footballing pilgrimage to Goodison Park to see my beloved Ipswich play Everton. Till that moment when I emerged from Moorfields station between the Dynasty-like office blocks, I only knew about Liverpool in terms of The Farm, Cilla Black and The Beatles.
It may have helped that Ipswich beat Everton that day, but I fell in love with Liverpool that day, and that passion has never diminished during the last eight years. I have still never been to a place like Liverpool which has an intoxicated aura of history, passion and humour. Leeds, Newcastle, Birmingham and Manchester are not in the same league but I would argue that Liverpool has always had a worse press.
My knowledge of Merseyside is particularly based around the city’s football grounds. Both Goodison Park and Anfield are stadiums that should be visited by any fan who cares about the national game. After a pie in an operative along
Every time I think of Anfield, the hairs stand on the back of my neck. The Kop has an atmosphere even when the whole stadium is empty; a pretty impressive achievement for what in basic form is a large bank of seats. “You’ll never walk alone does it for me” every time!
I could go on.
I could talk about the museums, the beautiful cathedrals that have a mystical air or the greensward beside the Mersey at Aigburth where I was sunburnt to ashes. I love visiting Liverpool but what is it with your city that attracts such negative media coverage?
Even the programmes that are currently being transmitted to celebrate the European Capital of Culture this year are not exactly fulsome in their praise. I can not profess to be a scouser, and I have been told that my view of Liverpool is slightly romanticised, but the city is not quite being painted how I have seen it.
Alexi Sayle’s Liverpool was another interesting documentary that discussed Liverpool in this historic year for the city. I accept that this presenter knows more about the area than I do. He was brought up in the site of the Liver Building; not in a 1970s maternity hospital in West Colchester. I also have to understand that this city is not all about Yellow Submarines, Ferries across the Mersey, Penny Lanes, The Liver Birds, Stevie G, and Neville Southall. For a programme that I believed could offer an interesting and positive insight into the city, I left feeling slight depressed. Had I missed the point of the documentary?
I accept that Liverpool has had a difficult history over the last thirty years, and this series had to cover those episodes. The decline of the docks, the strikes at the Halewood plant on Merseyside, the inner city riots of the early eighties, and city politics in the mid 1980s were all covered in detail. Sayle walked around a Toxteth that looked as if not much rebuilding had occurred since 1981, and discussed the complex issues whilst living in Liverpool in the 1970s. It was a sobering analysis, but I wonder whether anything positive had happened on Merseyside since July 1981.
It is weird that Liverpool’s achievements are never discussed with any reverence. Arguably Manchester has had a much better press. When I lived in the
Can Liverpool look forward to the future with confidence? I believe that it can and to a large extent, the process has started. The city can flourish further to a larger extent then just redeveloping the old docks, and building new football stadiums. I am counting down the days until my next visit.