Archive for the ‘Sport’ Category

Quitting Sky Sports might make my year

Thursday, August 12th, 2010

The first thing I did when I came back from holiday was to quit Sky. I won’t miss anything but Sky Sports. The Sky customer magazine was waiting on the doorstep so I called the number and cancelled my subscription, which I have had since I left students halls in 2001.

I realiased before I went on holiday that I just watched too much TV. There would be evenings when I’d sit down on the couch after putting Eloise to bed and promise myself half an hour TV before dinner. That would turn into an hour, then a further hour during dinner. Then it would be 10pm and I’d be having to wake up early to catch up on the things I should have done the previous night. It had to stop.

In Cyburbia James Harkin estimates that the total amount of time it took to write wikipedia amounts to the length of time America spends watching TV commercials in a SINGLE WEEKEND. That’s what a time-sapper TV really is. And, fair credit to the Sky call centre operative, he didn’t argue when I said that I was cancelling it because I watched too much of it.

Tonight, I was reminded just why. I started 30 minutes during dinner which turned into an hour as I hopped between some comically bad T20 cricket (featuring 3 people in the stands and some awful fielding from Imran Tahir) a Barenboim Beethoven masterclass with the sort of ugly people in the audience that would have had Margaret McDonagh shaking, an episode of Friends I’d already seen and a review of the 2008/09 Premiership season which was an average one for Liverpool. A true waste of time. No-one wrote in Abe Lincoln’s biography that he achieved extraordinary things channel hopping during the civil war. So now it’s all gone.

So just wait to be amazed at what is possible without the power of Sky (and an extra £25 a month in my wife’s pocket). Next challenge: staying sober when I’m down the pub watching Liverpool games twice a week.

Uefa’s traditional big game chaos

Thursday, May 13th, 2010

It may seem unnecessarily critical to blame Uefa for the failure of Hamburg airport management as thousands of fans are left stranded at the airport after the Europa League. However European football’s governing body is at fault: it consistently organises events badly and fails to show sufficient respect to the ordinary club supporter.

Uefa must take some responsibility for this particular incident. Reports this morning suggest that Hamburg airport does not usually service night flights. That service is crucial to keep the cost down for fans, to enable them to get there and back during a working week (and ensure parents don’t get into trouble for children missing days off school). My experience of European finals is also that fans will have struggled to find hotel rooms. So Uefa should have considered the transport infrastructure more closely before deciding on Hamburg and given logistical support to the airport.

Uefa has history with poor logistics. In Istanbul they chose a stadium for the 2005 Champions League final that was impossible to access by road for many, leaving fans to walk miles over rubble and wasteland – with no thought of the potential for trouble.

In Athens in 2007 the failure to allow fans with tickets into the ground as a result of choosing a stadium without turnstiles or adequate stewarding obscured the subsequent transport chaos. I was left outside the stadium for 6 hours on a cold, miserable night with 200 other Liverpool fans because there were too few busses to take us to the airport.

On arrival at the airport we found unimaginable chaos given the unextraordinary nature of events. Liverpool fans were sent to a temporary hanger to keep them away from the Milan fans who had the main terminus despite the smaller numbers. In the tent hundreds of fans had taken a kip on the floor after being told that no flights were leaving. Rather than walk away at the entrance – as many did – I stepped over the fans and walked (unchecked) through security and passport control to the ‘departure gate’ – or flap in the marquee. With no audible announcements or useful information on the TV monitors I wandered out to the tarmac and boarded a couple of planes before finding one destined for Stansted. Having lost my ticket some time earlier I wad anxious about boarding but went unchallenged. People came in to the plane gradually until it started take-off – at which point it became clear that there were more passengers than seats. We got by.

Once again, the intricacies of the situation are not attribbutable to Uefa but the common thread suggests a failure of planning and leadership. You can only imagine the chaos if all 60,000 tickets went to fans rather than the 33% left after the corporates and football ‘dignitaries’ have been catered for.

Uefa under Michel Platini has made great strides towards legislating for a more equitable game in Europe. But unless they can get the big events right they will continue to give the impression that they lack respect for the common fan. When stacked against decisions to play on 11 September 2001 and continue through volcanic ash regardless of the difficulties presented to players and fans, it’s harder to dispute.

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.