Saturday, 25 January 2025

Football focus?

If all I can go in about is VAR when there’s a multimillionaire narcissist throwing out Nazi salutes at a presidential inauguration and that president himself describes a bishop as “nasty” for promoting empathy, I should probably be a bit uneasy about that. 

On the other hand, you have Taylor Swift recommending that you forget about the liars and the cheats of the world and concentrate on sick beats instead. Not a new reference I know, one that actually pre-dates the first horror of the hideous beast presiding over America/Gilead (twinned with Qatar) but one worth considering.

The complication is that VAR isn’t a liar or a cheat but does have a detrimental effect on the state it is ‘serving’. It’s not so easy to shake off while it’s fucking you over every week, directly meddling with your beloved team in a sport that no lyrical composition can replace. At least you can avoid the news. 

VAR is always in there, in my thinking. Last week, while I sat down to watch Avengers Assembled with the family, Arsenal’s home game with Aston Villa provided the unseen overarching plot, the phone in my pocket vibrating six times during the film and match. I resisted checking, despite everything, keeping up the pretence that I was 100% committed to the Marvel universe. Yes, I was enjoying the family time and AA is a fun watch, but I also knew what a boost it would be to beat Villa, especially with Liverpool having seen off Brentford with two late goals in West London earlier.

I didn’t speculate the division of goals in north London, just knew they’d happened. When I glanced at the clock to see that the game was over, I considered that maybe VAR was responsible for one of the vibrations, and that if so, of course it would be us on the wrong end of it. I just had to sit it out for a bit longer to find out.

The temptation to not actually find out, to never, ever find out and just carry on with life never knowing is a phantom temptation, obviously. You’re going have to face up to it at some point. And then you do, and you discover that your team had finally found a way to score in open play, not once but twice, but then preceded to let two in at the other end due to your makeshift right back straying out of position. The fifth and sixth vibrations? Well, that was your centre forward putting you 3-2 up and VAR then overturning it for handball. 

Fast forward to Wednesday night, and I’m back on the sofa, watching the penultimate, penultimate episode of Traitors with girlfriend and daughter, and I’m all in on this tv hour, barely remembering that Arsenal are at home to Dinamo Zagreb in the UEFA Champions League looking for a win that will all but avert an extra play-off game to reach the knockout stages. And thank goodness they won that one. The reason Thomas Partey was uneasily deputising at full back against Villa was because Jurrien Timber was called over to centre back in the absence of the injured William Saliba. Saliba had a hamstring injury, as does Bukayo Saka, who is  ruled out for months. Saliba likely won’t be so impacted, but like Saka he played nearly every game of last season as Arsenal chased Manchester City’s empire for the title. Saka also played every England game as they reached the Final of the Euros, Saliba every one for France as they got to the last four. There hasn’t been much of a gap in between.

The greed of the European elite, of UEFA, has the same damaging effect on football as the egos of those multimillionaires on the world, who fight to maintain the patriarchy, fuelled by their odd sense of self-worth and insecurity.

Anti-heroes, you might say. 

Sunday, 12 January 2025

A Good VAR These Days is Hard to Find

 Complaining about VAR is just what they want, of course. The more publicity, the more traction it gets, further cements its place at the centre of the game and our mental well-being, having first sky(sports)rocketed there in 2018. The rant I am about to go on will be as pointless as the thing itself, but do you starve attention-grabbing provocateurs of the oxygen they crave or does that make you complicit, even a supporter? You can now, via modern means, call out celebrity baddies as well as challenge your ignorant in-laws, but while affecting change seems more hopeful when applied to direct relationships, VAR is the untouchable enemy protected by self interests and profit. It feels like we are helpless viewers watching Wallace from Wallace and Gromit putting together another well-meaning invention that will harm the world, but without Gromit there to stop the evil doings.

The agitators of VAR were the beleaguered managers on the wrong end of a tight decision that week in conjunction with armchair fans who needed an outlet for their rage and were not content with just goal line technology; the ‘there’s too much at stake now’ line, with an extra coating of ‘people’s livelihoods are at risk’. 

Those managers are mostly out of work now, their trotters up like David Cameron, having poured on the petrol and then fucked off when the fire came. But the rise of the machine was inevitable, marching forward like Cybermen unveiled by hapless buffoons trumpeting a revolution of the game as we know it. If we can put people on the moon, we’ll find a way to do that, if we can watch a programme on one side and still get to see the one on the other side that’s on at the same time, we’ll sort that.  Likewise, if we can exterminate a goal because there might have been an offside that no one’s seen or appealed for and is almost not offside, leave it with us…what do you mean, you didn’t actually want that? 

I had a problem with goal line technology at first - the idea of averting one injustice without paying attention to the rest, but I had to admit there was something satisfying about the simple efficiency of it, not to mention the elimination of all the mithering - or at least, the mithering on that front. Not that mithering is a bad thing; it can be both liberating and amusing, but in football it has helped ease the path of Big Brother’s entry. In city centres and banks, cameras are essential; to deploy them in football is less compelling an argument, but as the mithering went, people on telly can see the injustice but not the ref, how is that right? No one English gives a shit that Geoff Hurst’s shot didn’t go over the line, but when it’s your team on the wrong end, or a pundit is emphatically earning their right to be called back to the studio next week, a cauldron will start to bubble. 

Six years on from its entry into the mainstream, VAR is still there - despite, or fuelled by, the mass of dissenting voices -throwing deckchairs off the titanic every weekend and midweek. We were told, or at least I remember Gary Lineker telling us (at the beginning of Russia 2018) that VAR would only come into play to intervene in the absolute “howlers” - your Maradona and Henry handballs, your Lampard ‘over the line’ no-goal, your wild Tevez offside that stood. This proved to be balls, notably in the Final of Russia ‘18 when the ref was asked to award a penalty against France that only VAR was asking for. Now, we are told that VAR will definitely - promise - only pipe up for the clear and obvs errors. Still this proves to be balls. The examples I’m about to give from over the last week of English football include those that went against my team and went for the local rivals of my team, which is very apt of course, as self-interest is exactly the vehicle that has got to us where we are today. 

Brighton and Hove Albion versus Arsenal last weekend, January 4th. There had been controversy in the corresponding fixture when VAR had influenced a second yellow card for Declan Rice, who’d tapped the ball away after the whistle prompting Jan Veltman to rise from the turf and kick Rice,  pretending he was aiming to take the free kick. The decision to dismiss Rice was retrospectively compounded by Brighton forward Joao Pedro booting the ball down the touch line in the same circumstances and not receiving a booking. I honestly think that if the ref had given Rice red for the first yellow, a late lunge, I could have lived easier with the entirely human decision made. This perhaps contradicts my issue with Brighton’s equaliser at the Amex Stadium in the return, but I’m confident I will regain credibility by the end of this. Last week, with Brighton 1-0 down to Arsenal, again Pedro is once more a leading figure in the fallout. He heads the ball sideways in the Arsenal penalty area, Arsenal centre half William Saliba goes to make a header, colliding with Pedro, Pedro crashes to the ground holding his face. Ref Anthony Taylor hesitates, then points to the spot. About 4 hours later (no, not the duration of the VAR check) Match of the Day commentator, Jonathan Pearce is heard vindicating Taylor’s decision after the slow-motion replay and later sucks up to Brighton manager Fabian Hurzeler during the post-match interview about it. Hurzeler had answered that it was a clear penalty, which he may or not believe, there’s mounting evidence that he’s a shit-stirring little turd (my biased views are my own.) Back to the studio, and Lineker, not a seasoned Arsenal cheerleader, dismisses Hurzeler’s self-righteous smirk, backing up Arsenal manager Mikel Arteta’s words that he’d never seen anything like that penalty decision before. In addition, further analysis of the incident showed that Saliba’s head had actually made contact with the ball before connecting with Pedro. VAR clearly hadn’t seen what someone in the MOTD cutting room had, and later it transpired that it had been a very quick check. Which is fine, nobody wants (actually it’s hard to know what people want), I don’t want, emotion-sapping delays to the game over every penalty box incident (and it is the penalty box where VAR invariably operates, as only goals seem to be the focus, as if everything leading up to it is of no consequence) and Taylor has every right to give a penalty if he thinks it’s one, furthermore if there is no immediate clear and obvious error, the decision should stand.

But…

December 8th, Fulham vs Arsenal. The score is 1-1 with just a couple of minutes left when Bukayo Saka runs in from the right to head a Gabriel Martinelli cross past home goalkeeper, Bernd Leno, a vital moment in the title race, Arsenal staying within reach of Liverpool as Saka takes the acclaim of the away support and dispirited Fulham players trudge back to towards the halfway line. Then the ref is told, after a four-minute VAR check, that Martinelli had strayed fractionally offside when receiving the ball - the customary toe-nail - and the goal is disallowed. A four-minute check does not associate itself with ‘clear and obvious’, nor the toe-nail, nor the lack of protests from Fulham. 

Back to the Brighton game now.

An unexplored controversy was Pedro’s presence on the pitch in the first place. In Brighton’s previous game on December 30th (two days before Arsenal’s, I’ll just get that in there) at Aston Villa, Pedro swung an elbow deliberately intended for the face of Pau Torres, who’d been pulling his shirt. As the commentator on MOTD said, you can be dismissed for violent intent, but as I said, VAR aren’t interested in anything outside the penalty area that doesn’t result in a goal that they can chalk off, so Pedro was free to play and affect their next match against Arsenal. I do not say that Fulham wouldn’t have found time to equalise Saka’s goal nor that Brighton wouldn’t have got one without the penalty, but 4 points have arguably been denied Arsenal there. Arsenal finished 2nd by 2 points last season. That in itself is perhaps too a simplistic point; maybe Liverpool only drew with Man United at home the day after the draw at Brighton because they were in a subconscious comfort zone. But maybe, too, that isn’t the point.

Wednesday January 8th, Tottenham Hotspur vs Liverpool, Carabao Cup semi-final. A potentially historic night and momentous occasion. 5 Live commentator, John Murray, had been far too professional to say anything more than that about the prospect of a VAR announcement to the crowd, though once The Emirates, mercifully, hadn’t become the first venue in England to be sullied by that monstrosity during the previous night’s other semi between Arsenal and Newcastle Utd, Darren Fletcher similarly played up the looming threat at Spurs. Hopefully, the Tottenham Hotspur stadium will be the only ground where it happened. When the time came, following an offside call against Tottenham’s Dominik Solanke, the crowd ordered itself into an abrupt communal hush on the ref’s audio whistle, as if an impromptu one minute silence had been signalled. What followed was appropriately mournful, ref Stuart Atwell verbally confirming a decision with no more information that couldn’t have been displayed on the scoreboard as usual - just as had happened during the Women’s World Cup in 2023. Co-commentator Michael Brown was scathing of the announcement, but I’m not sure what he expected.

An equal talking point was Tottenham’s winning goal, scored a few minutes from the end and just after Tottenham midfielder, 18 year old Swedish midfielder, Lucas Begvall had ‘escaped’ a second yellow card for a foul on Liverpool left back, Tsimikas, who was off the field receiving treatment when the goal went in. I appreciated the post-match remarks of both managers, Liverpool’s Arne Slot saying it was unfortunate that Attwell hadn’t been asked to announce the decision not to send off Begvall. Of course, as stated, VAR aren’t interested in anything that doesn’t happen near a goal, but I resonated with the sarcasm. Ange Postecoglou disputed the opinion that Begvall’s first challenge was a yellow, adding “we’ve been screaming for that all season”. I know how it feels when something that’s gone against you consistently without interference then goes for you and suddenly sparks attention. Then there was his pleasantly anticipated grump over the VAR announcement, adding that only he, an Aussie, seemed to be the one railing against the increasing deformity of our game.

Consistency of course was an oft-repeated droan pre-VAR, and everyone will have their stories of despair and injustice. Perhaps people were actually soothed by the idea of technology removing, or at least reducing, the unfairness, which albeit is a reality of life and sport. In 2009-10, Arsenal drew 0-0 at home to Sunderland after Andrei Arshavin had two goals disallowed for offside that weren’t even close to offside, and yet the next week, Sunderland manager Steve Bruce was whining on about his team being on the wrong end of poor officialdom. 

I don’t have a problem with Pedro booting the ball away after the whistle or throwing an elbow at an Aston Villa irritant, or Begvall arriving late to a challenge. I don’t have a problem with human error. I have a problem instead with stodgy and unnecessary interference. It isn’t what you start playing the game for.

During team training sessions as a child, my team mates and I would get frustrated with the manager stopping play every few minutes to make points about our game play, but I know now, and probably did then, that it was designed to improve us as players and as a team. 

I don’t get that with VAR.



Sunday, 5 January 2025

It’s beginning to look a lot like the usual bull…

 For those lucky enough to have had some time off over Christmas there will be the bind of having to return, but very quickly the Friday feeling - for ‘conventional’ workers - will be back, but then you wake up on Saturday without the festive bubble, and you admit to yourself that that mould patch on your bedroom ceiling really is spreading a bit, and then there’s the overflowing recycling bin problem because they did the last collection earlier than usual before Christmas but aren’t coming again until the end of the first week of January, and on top of that, you can’t temporarily use the black bin because you missed that collection just before New Year when your sleep was all over the place, as was your awareness of the days, and though back then it was kind of ok as it was still festive, the reality of the situation is now stark, on top of which, you still haven’t got a working car for when your kids return to school and clubs next week, and if all that isn’t enough then you find out that for next Tuesday’s Carabao Cup semi finals, the refs will be asked to announce the VAR’s decisions to the crowd. 

The EFL have taken responsibility for this latest terrorist attack on the game, but no explanation is forthcoming as to whether the announcing (which will presumably take place once the five-minute delays have been concluded) will constitute the same words broadcast on the big screen. They can save it, because I’m not really into explanations, although someone has decided that they are really important and will really please the fans, or ‘improve the in-stadium experience’ just like VAR has. 

The truth is the opposite of course, it’s not just an attack on the game but also the fans, whose input into the ‘event’ is further decreasing. The clubs and authorities have done a great job of taking the ownership of match day away from those keeping the game going. We are hosted on arrival by the adrenalin junkie on the PA system, then presented with the theatre of the Premier League music and adornments as the untouchable Gods shake hands, are invited like 7 year olds to yell back the surname of the player who has just scored, and  encouraged to belt out Sweet Caroline under the illusion it is a feel-good anthem and not an act of crowd control in conjunction with William Hill. 

When Sepp Blatter (whose corrupt-controlled reign at FIFA elicits more dewy-eyed nostalgia with every passing day that Gianni Infantino is in the job) spoke against video replays, arguing that fans moaning about decisions was an essential part of football, he was derided (by Gary Lineker among others) but I honestly think he was promoting community. So many times I’ve been to games and missed why someone was sent off, or not seen how a fight on the pitch started, or even just seen the tail-end of the ball looping into the net. You used to find the answers from other people in the stand or even on the train home, and then you’d rush to see footage of the thing you partly witnessed.

Football is creating more of a distance from the supporters under the guise of serving us. I really wanted to go to the Newcastle game, only to receive the ‘unfortunately’ email that has followed every other home match I have applied to go to this season. For the first time though, I am not disappointed. The announcement announcement came seconds after the ‘unfortunately’ email and served as a consolation amid the despair of EFL’s atrocity. Not getting a ticket I can accept, outright vandalism is tougher to shrug off. 

I can only hope this trial fails. Above the emotional and passionate pleas, how would it even work out for deaf fans, unless we’re enrolling refs on sign language courses? No doubt the additional act will give something else for the front row tourists to film, but I can’t see how else this will do any good.

Football used to put a shield up against the strains of everyday life, but it has been edging towards the other side for a good while now, and we can only rely on Christmas, even with all its marketing excess and reminders of sadness and loneliness and expressions of prejudice around the festive table, that is keeping up its end of the bargain. 




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