Tuesday 31 January 2012

Are They "Ready" Yet?

There is a storm brewing on Edmiston Drive but the forecasters are being slow to react. Yesterday evening there was talk, speculation, a sense of triumph - call it what you will - over on Celtic's most followed fans' forum, Kerrydale Street. It was over some speculation that Ranger's current chairman, Craig Whyte, was battening down the hatches in preparation for a fall out with the Rangers support. 

Talk was rife that, at last, The Daily Record - long held as a second fanzine for the Teddy Bears - was going to do a hatchet job on the serious problems within the club. The main talk was that Whyte mortgaged four years' worth of season ticket sales but has run up a debt against this. Ranger's on pitch failures in Europe this season has proved to be a considerable financial stumbling block in what can be considered a stupid venture. In addition to this Rangers fans have had to deal with the ignominy of having their star player, Nikica Jelavic, move down south in what has been essentially a fire sale of a transfer.

And of course, dare we mention the spectre of Hector The Taxman, who wants close to £50 million of unpaid tax. 

For sure the financing of the club is looking very dark. It is mooted that the club will soon be liquidated or less seriously put into administration. For nearly a year since the club was taken out of David Murray's hands for £1 it has remained static, only showing some signs of creeping slowly into the abyss that poorly run clubs fall foul of. 

So how has this been covered in the media? With a club the size of Rangers, with the history that it has foisted upon football (good and bad) you'd expect constant attention to the issue. However today this has not been so. The BBC, for example, have only shown signs of interest in the story late on Tuesday evening. Unsurprisingly it was covered by Chick Young, a known Rangers supporter, and had a degree of sympathy and none of the clinical incision that would have undoubtedly taken control if the problems were Celtic's. Paranoid, us? In December the BBC Football website was chronic in its coverage of accusations of sectarian chanting on a Celtic away day in Europe. Hardly was this a case of complete financial mismanagement on a scale that even Peter Ridsdale would applaud, but these are the times we live with.

Whatever talk of a "cracked crest", Rangers look like a weakened side on and off the pitch. It will be both interesting and depressing to factor in the level of media attention and scrutiny they will receive before the receivers come knocking at their doors.  


Saturday 28 January 2012

Anne Williams Is How A Mother Should Be


Now is the time to tear this wankerish whitewash we call elected democracy into shape. Death to Duckenfield. Death to Popper. Death to the putting of British football and its genuine supporters to the wall. The real action is in us and not them anymore.

You Can't Really Blame The Failure Of Success

No one can fault the efforts of Crawley Town tripping up Barmby's army today in the FA Cup. They went for it and by all probable accounts, based on the Hull City teamsheet today, the Tigers didn't. 


Personally I was here today, so displacement theory again works wonders when your team lose: 


Friday 27 January 2012

Hillsborough

Here is footage of local and national news on the Hillsborough disaster. We can only but thank the person who put this together as it acts as a collection of evidence from the time of the events of who was to blame and that the victims have a real case against the perpetrators. 

Thursday 26 January 2012

When Traditions Become Old And Firm

When Neil Lennon took over the mess left behind by Tony Mowbray’s unsuccessful stint as Celtic manager in 2010 he inadvertently sowed some bad seeds. In his first proper season Celtic were paired up with Rangers in a fifth round Scottish Cup tie. Before the game stories were coming out that Lennon was becoming a victim to the prejudice that plagued his playing career in Glasgow. A letter bomb was sent to him, bullets also. Later in the season, in front of football supporters worldwide he was attacked on his touchline whilst watching his side play Hearts at Tynecastle.

The heated encounter against Rangers led to chaotic scenes on the pitch. Similar to an Old Firm match in1987 when a number of players were sent off, and Englishman Graham Roberts controversially encouraged the Ibrox crowd with their sectarian chanting, the game at Celtic Park saw two Rangers men sent from the pitch. Off the pitch, on the touchline a scuffle broke out between Lennon and Ally McCoist, Ranger’s then assistant manager. The police reported that after the match there were incidents involving the two sets of support outside the ground and in the city centre of Glasgow. The infamy of this match went far beyond the Scottish press: politicians on both side of the border were now embroiled and emboldened to campaign against the bigotry stemming from both clubs. Its nadir was an episode of BBC 2’s Newsnight programme: Jeremy Paxman was to ask a searching question that didn’t really have the justice of a short interview to reach its answer. He asked: “why do these two sets of supporters hate each other so much?”

Celtic and Rangers are undoubtedly two very passionate and proud football clubs. They command respect and hatred in equal passions. Their worldwide appeal has been borne out of successes on the pitch. They have graced the European scene with competitive and skilful performances. Celtic of course was the first British team to win the European Cup in 1967. Rangers have had success with the Cup Winners Cup in 1972. Both teams have also got to the finals in Europe but without success, but for a country the size of Scotland, this can be not seen as failure by any account possible.  

These registered achievements would not, it could be argued, have been possible were it not for the implacable rivalry and sense of one-upmanship concerned between east and west Glasgow. This is where we should start if it comes to answering Jeremy Paxman’s question.

The two sides are the sporting outlet for the overarching chaos of the society of Glasgow as a city. The bedrock of Glasgow’s main identity has revolved around the pillars of religion, politics, economy and pride. Celtic was created out of all of these factors. Brother Walfrid was an Irish Marist who saw that the Catholic Irish immigrants in Glasgow’s east end needed a totem for their endeavours. Rangers, who were, ironically, formed on the pitches of Flesher’s Haugh (less than a mile from Celtic Park) held out its hand to the Protestant faith of Glasgow and indeed Scotland. It was sixteen years before they took part in the first “Old Firm” fixture, which would be the very beginning of a simmering rivalry based on the clashes Glaswegian society had to offer.

The formation of both sides coincided with a time in Glasgow’s history when it was the febrile industrial trade centre renown in Britain’s empire. At one time the commodities dominating Glasgow’s trade infrastructure was churning out ships on the Clyde, trains at Springburn, steel foundries in the east and west end, and the textile trade set throughout the city. With so much skilled labour floating about a population of over one million there was a milieu of men and women who asked for nothing simpler  during their weekend leisure time but to practice religious reverence to their Catholic or Protestant faiths on a Sunday, and sporting reverence to their Celtic or Rangers faiths on a Saturday.

With such familiarity contempt bred. Celtic supporters, whose bedrock is the political exiles from Southern Ireland and Catholic Northern Ireland, were detested because of their immigrant status. Since the sixteenth century Scotland has practiced Protestantism. Rangers were the object reason to bash Celtic over the head because of this historical and religious fact. It took a series of wars to rid Scotland of the Catholics who got in the way of the Protestant Reformation, so it seems very obvious why the religion plays a crucial factor in the violence and hatred that underpins the two teams.

With this issue there is no closer source I can consult other than my father. My father was brought up in the mostly Catholic Gorbals district of Glasgow in the 1940s, 50s and 60s. His story is indicative of the many lives affected by the Old Firm. Although he never preached the overtly hostile elements of the religious context (parts of his family married into Protestant unions) he nonetheless saw first hand the rivalry and to what extent it unfolded. He often tells me the reason he left Scotland for England. After one Old Firm game he was on the bus heading back home. On the bus a number of Celtic supporters jumped off when they saw a group of lads in Rangers shirts. They beat up the Rangers fans viciously: my dad didn’t want anything to do with Glasgow and its battles any more.

I was not there but I can understand fully this story. I have seen, growing up as a supporter of Celtic the bizarre levels that the bitterness can reach. On one occasion I was in London crossing a road. It was on Oxford Street, I was with my parents and I was wearing a Celtic shirt (which at the time was very brave as Celtic was appalling on the field at that time). A gloating man nearly twice my age screamed at me about how Rangers had won yet another title and Celtic hadn’t.  

I and my father, however, have never shown interest in the Catholic faith: my dad was an alter boy but very bravely he dispensed of his religion in the 1950s. I have never been affected by it to the point of it poisoning my soul. We have become outsiders looking in. I love Celtic because of different reasons which involve mainly of them winning and not ruining my life on a Saturday afternoon. And they also remind me of the pride I have in my dad and his colourful life.

The ugliest factor of the division of both sets of supporters is the political and economic prejudices. Within organised religion there is not the drop down factor of what goes onto the family dinner table. Work is the factor which decides this. Since the mixture of Catholicism and Protestantism rushed to the fore of Glasgow society the whip hand has become ever more aggressive, depending solely on who holds the whip. The labour classes in Glasgow have predominantly erred towards the Catholics and the work ethical obsessed, managerial classes have erred towards the Protestants. Glasgow today can be easily carved up in its urban make up to hold this point to account. The east and south east sections of Glasgow are relics of the city’s “slum problem” whereas the west and south western areas are put into a more luxurious context. It’s a straightforward case of the affluent and non-affluent, and the aesthetics of its architecture is an indication of this.

In the early twentieth century the religious divide spearheaded the Education (Scotland) Act, which more or less brought about schools for the Catholic children of Glasgow. Tribally this was a crucial spur towards the ever deepening rivalry of the two football teams. Indeed it would be foolish not to imagine a typical day in the yards of both Catholic and Protestant schools: in the former, boys wanted to be the Celtic star of the day, the latter the Rangers star. With poverty, in all walks of live, a hardening in the sense of political activism occurs. For Celtic supporters the disillusionment at the treatment of Irish citizens at the hands of the English government played at the forefront of their psyche. The terror campaign from the era of both the Black and Tans and the Republican movement has always played a literal backdrop to Celtic and Rangers games, even to this day. Celtic enveloped themselves with hero figures of the Irish Republican Army’s struggle against British Sovereignty tyranny. Likewise, Rangers supporters maintain the traditions of the Orange Order and Unionism. For Celtic it’s Bobby Sands; for Rangers it’s the Queen. Never the twain shall meet.

Within the loaded question that Paxman asked last year was a certain degree of irony. Paxman, who is Jewish, will be familiar with the peculiar bitterness that exists in the political situation of Zionist Israel. There is within this small, concentrated population a fiery rivalry that is based on the lines of religion, politics, economy and civic pride. One side sees itself superior to the other in terms of politics and economy, to the point where the other side exists in a state of near penury, victim hood and an anger of mistreatment. The history of this conflict of opinions goes back to the supposed creation of Man and whose religion comes out on top. Glasgow could be Jerusalem but without the fireworks of death and retribution.

But where would we be without the Old Firm in football? Without blowing the Old Firm out of its complete perspective there wouldn’t be the passion that elevated the action on the pitch to pure theatre. The atmosphere of a Celtic and Rangers game is thunderous to the point that it is in the same ranks of the derby matches in Manchester, Liverpool, North London, and the El Classico. Football brings out our basest of elements, whether those elements are good or bad is inevitable: these matches unify them and to a large degree control them in a sealed environment. 

Wednesday 25 January 2012

We Could Bring In Howard Jones...

This is a great piece of footage of a time when Hull City were in a pre-postmodern transition. Don Robinson had ideas above his station, a fact in a football chairman I am accustomed to. Similarly, a decade later Celtic were being promised a bit of earth in Cambuslang which was just another pipe dream to sell to the support. 

The "Hollywood type bowl" never came to Boothferry Park, and neither did Howard Jones. 

Justice For The 96

The movement that supports justice from the failings of the Hillsborough disaster is something of a paradox: a noble cause that you want to end, because if it does then the families will have won. Liverpool FC will of course never forget April 1989 and it has made them as a support stronger than they were in their heyday. 

On my sister blog I wrote about how football changed dramatically from the day that ninety six people innocents died on the Leppings Lane end of the Hillsborough stadium. It can be viewed here. The peculiarity of that day involved everyone in this nation: from the establishment classes to the working classes, the event was a heady reminder of where as a society, and football as a product, would go to next. 

Justice Please

Let's Dispense of Titles

The main influence for this blog's title was the lessons football broadcasters did not chose to follow from this interview


Brian Clough did say a lot of things that were blatantly ahead of their time. It could be argued that he would still be ahead of his time in today's game. But, timing is always important. 

And The Second Half Kicks Us Off, Now....

Hello and welcome to my blog which will before your very eyes progress into something I do not know yet. The more posts I do about our national obsession will give you a firmer idea as and when they're added.


I do intend to write about the almost countless football stories that litter and entertain our hourly, daily, weekly, monthly and yearly existences. I have been personally faithful to two football teams in the last twenty two years of following football: Celtic and Hull City. The reasons have been simple: my father is from Glasgow and spent a number of his formative years in The Jungle of Celtic Park. With Hull City this is the geographical local team. My father moved to Hull and, growing up there myself, The Tigers were the only football team in town. 


Like anyone with a human obsession, football has spread into my life like a cough on a sick person. Within the twenty two years of loving the game it has changed like anything else going through generations. Kits change; money changes hands; managers come and go; success with it too. 


I will also be linking quite a considerable of discoveries from the internet and then talking about them. I will also add some of the political aspect that creep into football. The two are completely linked. Football, after all, does reflect a lot of our lives and in society it brings people together. 


Grab a pie, a pint, a quick snout, and stand on the terraces to observe....