Archive | October, 2013

We should appreciate Sir Alex choosing honesty as the best policy

29 Oct

_67566771_fergusonrooney Amidst all the hoopla, revelations and bruised egos caused by the publication of Sir Alex Ferguson’s autobiography, it’s forgotten that the great Scot has bravely chosen honesty as the best policy. The same way he did in a career which saw him confront the truth about diminishing abilities or commitment, leading him to clash with and jettison some of the world’s best players such as Beckham, Van Nistelrooy, Keane, Stam and Ince.

He isn’t lying or slipping us a well-crafted soundbite. He’s just telling us how he it is, how he saw it.

As someone with some experience garnered from school and University teams about the inner workings and dynamics of the sacred ‘dressing room’, the accusations from some quarters that he has betrayed former (and present) colleagues – and in some instances friends – by publishing his memoirs does carry weight. This was a fiercely driven manager who craved and commanded loyalty from his players or else. It was most certainly his way or the M6.

But considering his position as possibly Great Britain’s greatest ever football manager and a worthy candidate in any debate about the best football or sports coaches of all time, I think we should appreciate this rare opportunity to peer into the looking glass and mind of one of British sports most iconic, at times controversial and recognisable figures.

Wilshere’s nationalistic flag waving shows why English football is being left behind

15 Oct

Jack Wilshere of Arsenal and England Seeking to clarify and defend his comments about why ‘foreigners’ shouldn’t be eligible to play for the England football team, which ignited mini media and Twitter storms last week, Arsenal’s Jack Wilshere was “…just saying his opinion.” Fair enough, as we live in a democracy founded on the premise of free speech.

But Jack the Lad’s patriotic words – supported by the pre-historic football views of chest-beating, Neanderthal Match Of The Day pundit Alan Shearer – demonstrate why the England national team, English club game and England players are increasingly being left behind by other nations. And other sports in this country.

The advent of full-time time professionalism, advances in sports science, million pound TV deals, lottery funding and increased global exposure has seen sports such as cricket, cycling, rugby union, swimming and athletics flourish, delivering a steady stream of successful international teams and champions. All embracing new ideologies, avenues and ways of thinking in the pursuit of success; without sacrificing our precious national identity. Wiggins, Woodward, Wilkinson, Radcliffe, Flintoff and Addlington are as ‘English’ as they come.

And whilst nobody is pretending athletes qualifying to represent England or Great Britain purely through historical ancestry or residency are descendants of King Arthur, they are reflective of Britain’s modern day, multi-cultural society. Spawned in a large part by the length of the Old Empire’s reach abroad.

By national and international law, anyone living in the UK, amongst its citizens, contributing to its economy and wellbeing, is entitled via citizenship to choose if they want that commitment honoured. So why can’t sportsmen and women do the same?

The battlefield cry echoing through Jack’s words of “We are English. We tackle hard, are tough on the pitch and are hard to beat”, sound like nostalgic sound bytes from the 60s, 70s or even 80s. The game has moved on, whilst English attitudes have not. Identity is precious, but nature dictates evolution is necessary for survival. The alternative is extinction. A tad dramatic, but I hope you see the point.

Ironically, Wiltshire is the standard bearer for a more technically astute generation of England football players, trying to break free of the shackles of Shearer & Co.’s preferred of recipe of 4-4-2, high-tempo, crosses and bucket loads of passion.

But until the English game embraces modern attitudes towards possession, tactics and coaching, like dear old Jack, it will remain stuck in the last century.