Friday, 13 April 2018

"And a Red card for Ray Wilkins..." 10 Lasting Memories of England World Cup Campaigns

This is kind of where I was planning to go in the next few weeks. I've not done any Ten Things for a while now, and am starting to catch World Cup Fever (promise I'll stop writing text in italics), which is making me want to come here more regularly. I can't think of a better way for a procrastinator like me to do the above, than to bullet ten loosely related subjects.

I was always going to start with England, in spite of the name of the blog. Because sometimes they are playing, sometimes you don't have to justify wanting to stay in and watch the football. Many of those times are during the World Cup.

The key decision for me was the subject I was going to kick off with. Two came to mind 10 Memorable England Goals (so tempted to italic that) or 10 memories in general. The passing of Mr Wilkins last week made the decision for me; he is associated with one of the overriding memories I have of us playing at the World Cup. It's such an indelible event that I think of it despite not actually watching that game because I was so young I wasn't into football.

1. Wilkins' Red card against Morocco

Before I get into this I'd just like to say how sad it is to hear of Ray Wilkins' death. I've never met the guy, and I only really got into football in the twilight of his career. For me he will always be the former QPR player manager, who used to be an Analyst on Football Italia. But from the outpouring tributes it's easy to establish that he was clearly one of life's good guys. I know that when people die it isn't the done thing to point out their flaws, so invariably you hear a lot of nice things about them; but there genuinely seems to be a lot of devastated people who worked with him over the last 30 years and have nothing to say other than than how kind and polite he was. And he kind of gave that impression.

So what happened Ray? Why were we down to 10 men having already lost our captain Bryan Robson to a dislocated shoulder, against the unfancied Moroccans?

Well it would appear that Wilkins, in a fit of petulance, threw the ball at the referee. Obviously that goes against all of the nice things I've just said about Ray, and in his defence it doesn't look like he threw the ball at him intentionally. Wilkins' reaction suggests the same too, he seems both shocked and devastated to see the referee pull out the red card, and is so poignantly downtrodden that the image of him disconsolately trudging off was used by the Sega Megadrive game European Club Soccer as a stock image for when your team had been dumped out of the European Cup. I think that's why I remember the incident so well!

Ray? Is that you? I can't find the original on the internet

2. David Beckham doing a "Ray Wilkins"

This one was definitely intentional, although it could be argued that the reactions from both the referee and the incumbent Atletico Madrid Manager, The King of modern day Catanaccio, Diego Simeone were way over the top. As was the reaction back home the following season, I'm pretty certain effigies were created and either burn or hung! Jesus! Anyway we wouldn't have beaten the Dutch had we gotten passed Argentina. Bergkamp would have scored that ridiculous goal against us.

3. England v Ireland 1990

I'm going to go a bit niche now. Forget all the stuff they show in the BBC clip shows in the run up to the tournament! This is the real sh*t! England versus the Republic of Ireland. England v The Republic of Ireland sums up Italia 90 for me. A dour tournament, full of teams willing to win by any means necessary. The game itself resembled Oldham versus Wimbledon on the Boundary Park plastic pitch. I mean Lineker's goal wow!

The Group that both teams were in, which also contained European Champions Holland along with Egypt, only managed to produce 1 result in 6 games and a total of 5 goals if memory serves me correctly. Although we were treated to the drawing of lots to decide who finished highed out of the Dutch and the Irish, something you don't see every day. The Irish lucked out and got Romania, while Holland went on to face the eventual World Champions Germany. And England? We went on to play Belgium, sneaking through thanks to David Platt's 120th minute volley and avoiding penalties, which we weren't aware that we we sh*t at at the time!

4. Penalty or Goal?!

This has happened to us twice in the World Cup. Twice when playing the Germans in a key Knock Out game. If you're unaware of what I'm referring to it's the old Ball hits the crossbar the quickly bounces down on to/in front of/behind (over) the line.

As I'm in full World Cup mode i.e. I'm watching/reading anything new (and old to be fair) that I can find relating to competitions past, I took the liberty of watching extended highlights of that game in 2010 against the Germans, when Lampards shot did the above and clearly went over the line. Watching it again it's actually scandalous that the goal wasn't given.

The giveaway is the fact that the ball hits the bar twice, which I hadn't noticed in all the commotion at the time. It's just physically impossible for that to happen barring witchcraft or playing FIFA against the Computer on Legendary mode. It defies physics.

The only crumb of comfort that can be taken is that we were terrible anyway, and even if we'd pulled the game back to 2-2, I have no confidence that the Germans wouldn't have run riot anyway. I mean I think Gareth Barry is still trying to catch up with Özil, who has since come over to England and proven that he isn't particularly pacey. How slow is Barry then?!? How did we ever expect to do anything at a World Cup with him playing in the middle?!

The other thing to consider here, which is becoming more apparent to me by the day, is that there's a good chance that the Geoff Hurst shot in 1966 didn't cross the line (Awks). I suppose as they say these things even themselves over the course of 44 years...

In either case they should've reverted to the tried and tested Penalty or Goal rule that served us so well in the playground!

5. Getting booed by your own fans

Same World Cup as the Lampard goal. I promise I'm going to talk about some positive stuff we've done (there's just not much). I actually think that our 2010 performance was actually worse than 2014 despite the fact that we went further. At least in 2014 we were up against Uruguay and Italy (let's gloss over the 0-0 with Costa Rica).

After the draw for 2010 the nations favourite xenophobic scaremonger, The S*n, ran with the famous "EASY" headline. The campaign itself turned out to be anything but. First there was America (Y) and "Oh! And Rob Green's missed it!" I cannot begin to explain how many people messaged me to berate me for Green's error on account of him being the incumbent West Ham number 1. I'm not his representative! I'd have caught that!

Then there was Algeria (A), which sticks with me for two reasons. Firstly the aforementioned Wayne Rooney quote, but secondly and more importantly/comically for the worst attempt at stepovers from an international footballer that I've ever seen.

No wonder the fans were booing!

Things got slightly better the next game, when we scraped past Slovenia with a 1st half header from Jermaine Defoe, but in all the 2010 campaign was a memorable one to forget (if you get my drift).



6. The Best England Side I've seen at a World Cup

I watched Italia 90, and have watched most of our games again since, we were not at our best! Obviously as a 9 year old I got caught up in all the excitement and thought it was on.

In 2002, on the other hand, we were very good. Comparatively speaking that is. I suppose the foundations were set at France 98, where we put in a semi credible performance. Tunisia were swept aside in the Marseille sunshine, and that young kid Scholes scored a "Worldie"; I'm not sure why I used that phrase, I never say "Worldie" it's the sort of thing I'd expect to hear from a self professed "Lad" who uses the phrase "Banter" way too much for my liking and takes what Jamie Redknapp says about the strength of the Premier League to be gospel. That is not me!

Anyway, like I was saying at France 98 the signs where there. We dispatched of an average Colombian side and held our own against an Argentina side containing Gabriel Batistuta in his prime and Ariel Ortega, The New Maradona.

So Korea/Japan rolls around and we're even better. We top a Group of Death containing the same Argentina side, although Batigol is now on the decline and I think there's a new New Maradona (gonna Google search who... it was either Ortega or Gallardo). Then we put Denmark to the sword, in what has to be the best and most convincing knock out victory we've had at a World Cup since I started watching in 1990. Actually scrap that I'm going to go out on a limb and say it's our best in the World Cup! Including when we won the thing! The only game I can think of as a comparison is Paraguay in 1986 when Lineker and Beardsley finally came good. I mean,  Heskey scored! Heskey! Stepovers against Algeria aka the New Denilson, Heskey scored!

And then came Braaaaaasiw. Now let's clear things up here, this was a very good good (maybe not as good as in France 98) Braaaaaasiw. With the "Three R's" in attack. And Ashley Cole is made to look silly for the equaliser (Heskey had been teaching Ronaldinho his tricks). But we took the lead,  and for a good 15-20 minutes after Owen's early goal  I thought we were going to beat them.

Alas it was not meant to be, and we'd have probably choked against the Germans in the Final or messed up the seemingly straightforward Semi against Turkey...

7. 1966

I wasn't about in 66. My mum was 8 at the time. But invariably I've seen loads of the tournament. Especially the bits featuring England. We look like we were decent. But then if you cast your eye wider than the Three Lions who else were good? Italy were  shamed against North Korea, despite dominating European club football at the time and winning the European World Cup two years later. Brazil were muscled out of the tournament like some sort of post 2004 Arsenal at the Reebok Stadium. Russia (or should I say the USSR) were good, as were Germany.

But we had the edge. By edge I mean refereeing decisions akin to the one we saw last night at the Bernabeu. Forget the penalty or goal shout in the final. I'll never get over reading about how the German referee sent the Argentine captain Ratin off "For the look in his eye" despite not being able to speak the same language as him or any other players from the Argentina team. Imagine the Twitter storm now! Imagine how many cards Anthony Martial would get with that sort of officiating. Or 90s Wimbledon forward Andy Clarke, the look in his was always a sinister one...


These two would be screwed with that ref

8. 1970

I always hear how the 1970 England side was even better than the one in 66. Obviously I have no idea as the tournament occurred 10 years before I was born (my mum was now 12 in case you're wondering and aren't very good at maths). But from the perspective of memorable moments alone 1970 trumps the tournament held 4 years earlier.

First you've got all of the off the field pre-tournament goings on. Alf Ramsey managed to offend the locals giving it his best "You can't drink the water here and I'm not eating any of that foreign muck..." Alf Garnett impression. Then skipper Bobby Moore gets arrested under suspicion of stealing a bracelet. And then you've got one of the players getting into trouble for being drunk and disorderly on a plane (was it Jeff Astle?) Great preparation for a title defence...  (that's another Blog post)

On the pitch there were also some memorable moments; some good, some not so good. You got that tackle by Moore (thanks Skinner & Baddiel) and that save by Gordon Banks. Then there are the Astle misses, was he drunk? And the capitulation in the sun while 2-0 up against the Germans in the quarter finals. The Beckenbauer header always sticks in my head.

In all 1970 was a World Cup that produced a lot of memorable moments and talking points involving many of the teams involved, and we did more than our best to bring something to the party.

9. Losing to the Americans in 1950

If my knowledge of 1966 and 70 is limited due to the fact that they were a long time ago forget about 1950.  "How old was your mum Travis?" I hear you ask, guys this blog isn't about my mum's age in comparison to notable world events! ...she was minus 8 (my nan was 19, so this was effectively her Euro 2000 in my eyes).

Anyway, I do know a little bit about what happened in 1950, mainly because it's one of the most fascinating tournaments to me. Because of the way it was structured and how it ended. 1950 is also the first time that the Home Nations entered the competition, and that came with it's own drama.

First you had Scotland forfeiting their place at the tournament as they only thought it was worth going if they finished top of their qualifying group (the Home Nations Championship) despite 2nd place in the competition earning a spot in Braaaaaasiw too.

Then you had England. We'd decided to enter, come top in the qualifying and were ready to show the World how it was done. First up an American side made up of amateurs, some of whom weren't even American. We all know what happened next right. We run out 10-1 winners and the times forgets to print the 1 before the 0...

10. "Did he just wink?"

"Remember when we used to get to Quarter Finals?" That's what everyone always says. I suppose it's true, although for a long time the quarter finals were essentially getting out of your first round group. And we missed a few of those competitions, either through arrogance (1930-38) or through underestimating Poland (74), basically more arrogance and being drawn with Italy and the European Champions Czechoslovakia* (78).

As I was saying anyway, Quarter Finals. That quote is from a Quarter Final, the infamous clash with Portugal in 2006. That whole tournament sticks out for me. Yet again we were terrible, bumbling past Paraguay and Trinidad then drawing with Sweden. And there was Owen twisting his knee, I'm not finding a clip of that, it grims me out.

The best part of that tournament was boozing with my mates from Harrow, which has become a bit of a tradition now. One of the best days out I've had featured Peter Crouch pulling on Brent Sancho's dreadlocks for leverage to head home and seal the win. England moved on from the group stage to scrape past Ecuador courtesy of a David Beckham free kick, which then set up a Quarter Final showdown with Portugal.

After spending the best part of an hour growing increasingly frustrated at the ball being aimlessly banged up to him, while on his own in the Portugal half, Wayne Rooney stamped on Ricardo Carvalho in a moment of petulance. The whole thing seems a bit harsh with hindsight, or maybe he's just a rubbish stamper. Then came the moment that incensed Alan Shearer. Cristiano Ronaldo appeared to wink towards the Portuguese bench as his Manchester United colleague trudged off dejectedly. Shearer, unable to hide his rage, picked up on this in the post-match analysis and classily hinted that Rooney should seek retribution when they both returned to United in the new season. Nice!

Hopefully this year we can produce more of the 1966, 1998 & 2002 moments and less of the 1990, 2010 & 2014. Either way, the key thing to note is my Mum is now 60 and my Nan 87...

Ciao!

*Can you believe my phone doesn't predict "Czechoslovakia" am I that old? I remember when Czechoslovakia was a place, it's not like I'm talking about Siam or Prussia

Sunday, 1 April 2018

The State of Football/Cricket March 2018 - West Ham, Smith and the World Cup


I'm back! Yeah yeah  I know... Not even going to apologise or make any excuses, life's busy!

So much is happening at the moment on and off the pitch. Where do I start? I'll save the best til last i.e. La Coupé de Monde! Die Weltmeisterschaft! You know that thing. The month's escape from normal life! The vain attempt to relive summers gone (basically 90 and 94 for me)! THAT! Like I said that comes later.

First, life! Well not life, day to day sport. Mundanity. Is that a word? It should be! I've just invented a word! Take that Ms Kanarak! Told you my English would get me somewhere! A blog about football read by a couple of hundred/maybe thousand people on the internet! Who's the English failure now eh?*

Anyway as I was saying, first every day football and my club West Ham in particular. I actually started writing this the other day on my commute to and from work, and I had reams and reams on the broken promises and outright lies of our board coupled with their expectation that we keep putting our hands in our pockets paying for a Champions League team yet getting a Championship response from the owners.

On top of this I had an anecdote of how I'd given mine and my son's tickets away for yesterday's game, and upgraded my son's to an adult to find, to my horror/disgust that we were charging £38 to upgrade a child's ticket (so how much is the full ticket?) to a relegation 6 pointer!

I decided to omit the bulk of this rant because I don't want to be too negative after yesterday's result; but at the same time the win against Southampton changes nothing in my opinion. The unrest at Burnley wasn't about the result and had been a long time coming, the Porn Barrons (or Smut Peddlers as my mates in one WhatsApp group refer to them) need to do a lot to win me and a lot of other fans back!

Moving on from West Ham I want to briefly discuss cricket. Yeah I do that on here every now and then. Cricket is my second favourite sport, seen as I no longer have an interest in F1 (it's gotten silly/predictable/boring). So last week it came to light that Cameron Bancroft was cheating in the 3rd Test against South Africa. To those of you not that familiar with our national summer sport, Bancroft was essentially scuffing up one side of the ball in order to aid its,  sometimes unpredictable, deviation while in mid air. This makes it harder for the opposition batsmen to hit it, increasing their chances of getting out. That's all you're getting in terms of an explanation from me, there's not much more to it to be fair, despite all the diagrams floating around from the  part time Physicists on social media.

There seems to be fair few cricket fans out there with short/selective memories and an inflated sense of moral fibre. While Smith was found guilty of cheating; he wasn't actually was he, he was found guilty of allowing it to happen or being complicit in Bancroft's actions; regardless while he was found guilty of cheating, the reaction has been nothing short of ridiculous.

The press chasing him through airports, the tearful interviews resembling that of someone who has been caught taking performance enhancing drugs (or facing the death penalty after being caught smuggling drugs into South East Asia), the social media reactions from a number of former cricketers. It's all a bit much. I mean come on I've seen people suggesting that's why the Aussies won the Ashes, let's not be silly now! Australia won the Ashes because Smith himself is an excellent batsmen, England have the most fragile of batting lineups (look at the New Zealand test the other day, were they ball tampering too?), and England are terrible away from home, hence the inability to beat Bangladesh, India,  Pakistan and even my beloved (yet terrible) West Indies side in recent years.

Ball tampering is bad, and it's cheating, and it shouldn't happen (and Smith and Co should be punished) but it's happened before, in some cases quite recently and some of "Typical cheating Aussies" comments I'm seeing are coming from people who seem to forget that the contemporary commentating guru that is Mike Atherton, was caught doing the very same thing, while captain of England, as has the current South African captain Faf du Plessis (TWICE)!

I've even seen Stuart Broad, the man who famously blatantly knicked a ball into an Australian fielder's hands in the Ashes,  pretended that he hadn't and went on to score match-winning runs, chipping in. The guy has got some front!

Now I don't think that Broad should have been dragged over hot coals for that and I think the same of Smith. A significant fine and a ban for the rest of the series would have been more befitting of the crime. This whole situation is that classic reaction that we currently get to any controversy in sport. Just like when people say, "The standard of refereeing is getting worse..." the minute someone makes a mistake in a football match. No it's not, the reaction to errors is. We have cameras that pick up everything from every angle and footage that can reach us from a regional league the other side of the World in minutes. Then the social media outcry, the experts, the moral preachers. Give it a rest!

Finally, and most importantly! IT'S A WORLD CUP YEAR! I'm actually starting to get excited now. I've trawling the internet searching for new stuff to read, going back through old Barry Davies videos (a lot of them are getting removed from YouTube on copyright grounds, get involved ASAP). It's coming!

I need to start working out how my days are going to pan out; the 13.00 kick offs on working days are going to be a killer, and we're expecting twins (yep that's right!) a few weeks before the tournament starts. This is going to be the biggest challenge ever! Bigger than the midnight kick offs in USA 94 (couldn't blag those with my parents, aged 13); the 7am starts in 02 when I had only just finished University and as a result hadn't woken up before 8am for 3 years; bigger than that time in 1998 when  I bunked A-Level History to watch Paraguay v South Africa (I was convinced Chilavert was gonna score a free kick)**; or that night in 2014 when I failed miserably to stay up and watch Japan v Senegal, which began at 2am.

This is a true test of my initiative. Whatever happens, expect more ramblings on here in the coming weeks (the reality is I'll probably end up being too busy/lazy to act upon my thoughts) as my excitement grows!

*I actually did OK at English and at school in general. That little Monologe was completely made up for the purpose of a cheap gag. Although Ms Kanarak (or "Kanarek"? I can't remember) genuinely was my GCSE English teacher. And she was a bit of a dick! Sorry if you care about the World Cup and are reading Ms Kanarak/Kanarek!

**this actually happened! And the same Ms Kanarak/Kanarek (I actually think it's spelt Konarek now), who was the Head of the Sixth Form, rang my house! No lie!