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I’m addicted to football

Wednesday, November 4th, 2009

My name is Matthew Cain. I’m 28 years old and I am addicted to football.

There: I’ve said it. the first step to recovery. Yes, I’ve always been a bit compulsive – checking the teamsheet online one hour before kick-off (knowing the starting XI isn’t enough, teaching my daughter songs from the terraces, checking my favourite messageboards (Red and White Kop and The Liverpool Way) several times a day.

But I’m not just an avid football fan but an addict. I recognised my addiction when I noticed the extent to which I had stopped enjoying games – and even the aftermath of a victory. It isn’t just recent Liverpool results: I hated the last few games of last season, from Fulham away onwards. And after Liverpool’s defeat to Fulham last weekend, I couldn’t even bring myself to watch the La Liga games on Sky Sports.

Like all addictions, my wife doesn’t approve and neither would my daughter if she were old enough. And it’s an activity that costs too much money and takes too much time, given the relatively short ‘hit’ of a game. As with other addictions it’s too frequently indulged with other ugly, socially excluded men in dark, dinghy pubs.

Like an addiction periods of absence are awful, mind-numbing affairs (or international breaks as FIFA prefers to call them).

The build-up towards satisfying the addiction isn’t much fun. The anxiety over ticket availability, the performance of the opposition, the pre match assumptions. As with any other addiction, doing it isn’t much fun either. just a tense ritual. Mostly, the sensation at the end is a relief now, followed by anxiety about the next match, the financial health of the football and the stability of the club.

But I’m not ready to kick it just yet. The highs – however fleeting – are still too high. I even enjoy the despair as I know it’s just a prelude to another high. And reliving previous highs is too fun to abandon the present.

So in the short term, I’d settle for Rafa keeping his job, a good cup run and a top 4 finish. But maybe one day, by the time I’m 30, I’ll be slightly deadened by the highs and lows and ready for a more passing acquaintance with a former vice.

Labour cabinet half time team talk

Sunday, September 27th, 2009

Alistair Darling has said that the Labour government is like a football team which has lost the will to fight. “We don’t look as if we have got fire in our bellies,” he says in an interview with the Observer. “We have got to come out fighting.”

Labour Party conference is the last big party meeting before the general election – half time if you will. I won’t be there. But if I could address the cabinet, this would be my message. And any coincidence with anything Rafa Benitez said at half time in Istanbul is entirely deliberate.

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In the bowels of the Brighton Centre, the cabinet is assembled. Ragged. Dishevelled. Abject despair prevails. They are tired after a long season. They are 3-0 down at half time against a rampant opposition. All the talk before the game of the opposing team being too old, past it, has not been realised. They may be old but the old tricks are working.

The manager clears his throat and starts to speak. But it’s not enough to stop the hostility starting to break out between some of the payers.

“It’s worse than you think”, he says. They stop, taken aback.

“We’re headed, you are headed, for an historic humiliation. And given the financial state of this club, we may just be 45 minutes away from the start of the end for a great institution. An historically bad performance. Some of you will be left here, having to clean it up. Some of you may get other offers. But you’ll be forever associated with failure.

But before the future, this day is not over. Events have yet to run their course. There’s a long way to go before the final whistle. And you’ve got to go out there again, in the worst possible circumstances, to face your fate. You can shirk and it will hurt more. Or you can stand up and show that you deserve to be here. That you stand as quality individuals. That you represent something greater than yourself: a collective with a proud history.

Because if you go out there and try to vanish, head down, you will be lonely at the end. Or you can go out tehre and work together, as a team, to stand up for your reputation, your history, your achievements so far and your ideasls for the future.

I don’t know if we can win. I don’t know if we can protect ourselves from humiliation. But I do know this: we got here as a team. Playing for each other, for sure. But also as custodians of something much greater. The hopes, aspirations, dreams of a community who depend on you to do what they can not. Yes, they’re grateful you got this far. But it will pale into insignifcance against the worst defeat in history – the betrayal of what you gave away.

So, this is what we do next.

Gordon, the goalie: your distribution needs to be quicker. Don’t charge off your line and get caught out. Don’t worry about the fumbles in the first half, just catch the next one. Make yourself big. Narrow the target in one on ones.

Cruddas, left back: If you’re going to get forward your final ball has to better. Don’t get caught out of position. And make sure you’re covered defensively.

Miliband (D), right back: You need to get forward more. You’re not up against a substantial player. And when you’re in a position to make a telling contribution, don’t spend too long thinking about it.

Straw, Darling, centrebacks: Stay strong in the tackle. Be decisive on the air. Don’t get pulled out of position.

Denham, defensive midfielder: Every team needs a water carrier. You need to be bigger. You are on the national stage now. You’ve broken into the first team because you are good enougih. Now play like it.

Balls, midfielder: You are drifting out wide too much. Cut out the fancy tricks. Stop playing your own game and get stuck into the team. You were an integral part of how we got this far.Remember your role and your major strengths and provide more cover for the keeper and the back four.

Mandelson, attacking midfielder: You can’t be everywhere. You’ve got to galvanise others by doing the best you canĀ  – not playing as many roles as you can. And when the ball drops to you, make sure you are there to make the pass or take the shot.

Harman, playing off the front man: You’ve got a role in attack and defence. Don’t get ahead of the play. Hold your position and pick the final pass.

Burnham, Johnson, wingers: I’m aware that you’re both playing out of position. You’ve got the energy, so use it. You’ve got tremendous strength cutting inside. We need you to hold the ball up and when you get a clear cut opportunity – take it.

Blunkett, sub: I know you are desparate to get on. Remember: being associated with a winning team brings rewards of its own. IF your chance comes, take it.

Now you are ready. Don’t think about the bigger picture. Just do the next thing well. Win the next tackle. Pass the ball. Keep the ball. And when you lose posession, re-group and work as a team to close them down and win it back. And if you do this, you won’t conceded the next goal. So you’ll be in with a chance. And I know that you – my team – only need one chance. Score a goal and everything changes.

And win or lose, you will have done it together. On this day, you’ll have reminded people what you are. You’ll have shown people that on this day, a team of people worked together for a greater cause. And if you do this today, there will be a future – thanks to you. The dream will live on.

So go out there and do the next thing well. You can control your destiny.

Hopes and Fears on the dawn of the new season

Saturday, August 15th, 2009

Liverpool’s premiership season gets underway tomorrow. I’m filled with more fears than I can remember in recent years, but only because my hopes are greater than ever before.

My only wish for last season was to be involved in a title race: at first by Christmas and then by Easter. I got all I wanted and more. After the win against Villa I really believed we would win the title.

Now, we need to win it. Rafa needs to win it to prove to his doubters that he is the right man to take the club forward. He needs it to instil further confidence in his project for root and branch reform of the club.

Winning the title is tough. The margins are fine and the variables significant. We go into the new season with a machine with some key parts changed, not just small upgrades on the edges. The loss of Alonso may lead to a better team but it really changes the way the team will play. The notion that his replacement, Aquilani, plays between Mascherano and Gerrard is a threat to the balance of the team. No transfer is certain to be a success.

Glen Johnson looks like a good signing but around him the defence is quite uncertain. Carragher is a year older – and currently injured. Agger is out (again) and Skrtel had some injury problems pre-season. The idea of Ayala or San Jose starting against Crouch and Defoe doesn’t inspire me with confidence. And it places more pressure on young left-back Insua, who often had Carra in his ear last season.

I love watching Liverpool play as a unit. But it is a well-drilled unit. And that’s why the change to midfield could be as tricky to manage as the attempt to introduce Keane was last season: and that experiment didn’t work out.

It doesn’t help that we play Spurs again – in consecutive premiership games. Spurs away is always tough and often a draw. Yet a draw will put pressure on the team early on and the media will not mention that Man United drew at the start of last season. The talk will be of the draws last season that cost us the league.

And for another year, the Premiership is weaker, less competitive. Manchester City’s millions is not ‘good for the game’ as so many suggest. It’s just a different badge on players who have been bought in to buy success. City the team may as well be a franchise. The future for Wolves and Burnley fans will be defeats followed by relegation – with heroic battles along the way whilst fans of Portsmouth and other big spending small clubs desperately hoping that financial meltdown will be kept at bay another year.

I hope that we can do it, I really do. And yet if we don’t (presuming we make a good fist of it) I probably won’t be disappointed. But I will be nervous. Nervous that it will threaten the rebuilding of Liverpool. Nervous of the threat of a Man City or another newly-wealthy club usurping our place. Nervous of what the debt piled on Liverpool will mean for its future. Nervous that it’s getting easier for players to be mercenary. But hopeful that 18/5 will become 19/5 or even 18/6.