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Tuesday, October 13, 2020

The English Game?


A green and pleasant land

What the world needs is definitely another blog about the Big Picture proposal.

Here's one anyway.

What this is isn't a 'rescue package' - it's strongarm tactics by a psychotic set of business leaders who happen to own football clubs. 

If you give a shit, give the bail out. If you don't. Fuck off.

Using crisis as an excuse to push through a naked power grab is exactly the act of disaster capitalists. Is it any coincidence that FSG plan to float Liverpool's parent company on the stock market right about the time they come up with this shite?

I don't want to rail at capitalism though. I want to question the national mood. We're all nationalists now, in a moment of national history, about to move into a historical moment of self governance. Taking back control and all that. 

What are we actually waving flags for?

English football is the oldest and deepest structure in the professional game, in the whole world. We should celebrate that. We should unite around that. It's something to be proud of
 
What's more English than football? The game that grew from rural tradition, via both private schools and factory workers to become a global phenomenon. The king of sports. 

Isn't it weird how at the point we're celebrating 'taking back control' as a nation - at exactly the same time - we want to effectively hand over control of football to a small group of owners, led by Americans and consisting largely of foreign business interests who wish to make our league's arrangements mirror European leagues all so a few clubs can compete in expanded European competitions most clubs and fans don't care about in order to please TV markets in far flung places

I mean, we only invented the game, exported it around the world and have the longest established professional structure that is one of the key blueprints for ALL competitive sport the world over. Why would we want to run it, when some venture capitalists and opportunists can do it for us?

I ask again. For what are we waving flags? 

We'll be handing economic control of football to largely foreign interests in order to focus attention away from the domestic stage. Maybe we're not waving flags for the economy. Maybe we're actually all globalists when it comes cash. 

So, by means of elimination, it must be a cultural nationalism that has the St George cross fluttering. What then, is more integral to our national culture? What is more 'English' than football? Yet, we're listening to justifications about 'bringing our league more into line with arrangements in other leagues abroad' and hearing about how a product that has thrived and grown for 132 years and is currently (Covid aside) more popular than for more many a year is suddenly unsustainable. 

We're seeing more or less it divided into quarters like American sport and long standing traditions like kick off times, long established competitions trashed and seeing access to it (whether you're a season ticket holder or armchair fan) limited to paying a premium to a global broadcaster for the privalige. 

It's not exactly cherishing or handling carefully our cultural heritage is it? 

It's like seeing a historic thatched cottage ripped up brick by brick and transported abroad. Like witnessing a beautiful ancient oak being dug up and replanted in the private woodland of a global entrepreneur. It's seeing something that is the very essence of our nation, from thriving cities to backwater small towns, from the north to south and everywhere in between being packaged up, weighed and sold off. 

It's like the Lake District being owned and managed by a Russian or Arabic energy company, it's future decided from afar on the whim of those with no love or understanding of the warp and wheft of history, tradition or identity. It's like Buckingham Palace being occupied by a brassy Texan millionaire, intent on redecorating, throwing the paintings and ceremonial items into a skip or hoyimg them on eBay and telling us 'it's for your own good' 

I ask again. What is all the flag waving actually for? 

It's certainly not been for football if this goes through. 

C.R.W Nevinson - Any Wintry Afternoon in England







Monday, October 12, 2020

Big picture, big business, big sham.


"Why would anyone make a connection between me, Liverpool and this plan? It beats me!"

Liverpool Manchester United, Chelsea Arsenal, Tottenham with oddly, Everton, Southampton and West Ham.

It doesn't matter who it is really. That's not why we're suspicious. It's not about the particular names involved, it's not about the 'clubs' such as they are. Liverpool are long removed from the club who snuck into Anfield when Everton left and Manchester United are about as far removed from a gang of railway workers at the local depot as you can imagine.


Newton Heath railway depot. Not a Glazer in sight. (or a Louis Edwards for that matter)


It's not about the particular clubs at all. They're a homogeneous lump now.
They're all basically the same thing. Variations on a moneyed theme.

Any sense of what those clubs once were has long gone. They've been sold, once, twice, ten times over and now reside in the hands of global capital. They're owned by very, very rich people, by very, very successful businesses. They're floated on markets and dependent on the whims and habits of stocks and shares. They're intrinsically tied up with big money, wedded to corporate partners and worldwide sponsorship and TV deals


More European football, more TV games, more PPV revenue for us and our lovely sponsors


Clubs have become corporations and if League One and Two clubs are in need of a bail out, it's because they've been swamped by the wake of bigger boats. It takes a crew of many to sail the biggest ships. Manchester United employ over 80 people in their media team alone. How many local newspapers employ even a fraction of that?

Size is everything. Manchester City are part of a 'football group' that consists of 10 other clubs, spread across the globe. Tottenham's stadium cost a cool billion quid to build. Abramovich has invested around £3billion in Chelsea (and is yet to turn a profit.) Liverpool sold 1.7 million shirts by January 2020 - so many, they ran out completely. They're global mega brands and have global recognition.


One of a mere ten clubs owned the group who run Man City


The point is, these are gigantic institutions, servicing huge costs, astronomical wage bills and working on a scale barely conceivable at the outset of the Premier League. Some of their owners have invested sums that probably dwarf anything spent by the majority of League 2 clubs (combined) in their entire history. Some of their owners are looking for returns.

Even the 'good owners' - the sainted FSG aren't in this to make losses. They've turned Liverpool into a profit making machine. Because that's how they roll. Fine. That's no skin off my nose and clearly they know how to maximise sporting performance in an efficient manner and produce great sports teams whilst making profits. That's not a reason they should run football though.

To imagine that such businesses and such interests are planning to save football is bizarre. Nothing about global capital speaks of caring, socially minded generosity. It's not to say a capitalist can't be a philanthropist individually, but corporations themselves are amoral. Their only duty is to their shareholders and to their corporate goals. Their own performance. Corporations do not feel romance. They don't feel anything.


Two really successful hedge fund managers walk into a bar and one says to the other... "let's give a load of money to the little hedge fund managers, for no reason other than we care"

The intent behind the move is clear. Offer a small portion of money to the rest of football in return for carte blanche to do what you like. In return for the power to shape football in the way that brings the biggest return on their investment, the leading players at the biggest clubs are offering to lower their lifeboats to the boats in need of bailing out.

Just imagine that a moment. Imagine what sort of people would *charge to rescue drowning people?* Ok, it's an analogy but it's reasonably watertight imo.


"So, we'll whistle a tune innocently as we talk about our duty to football and they'll just follow. Rick, can you round up any stragglers?"


The bail out is needed, but in this offer its the cheese in the mousetrap. It's the tempting bag of sweeties held by a stranger with a smile, it's the abusive partner with a gift and a promise to 'learn to be better' if you just keep them sweet and behave as they want.

*Even the government* recognise that this stinks to high hell of backroom politics (more likely exclusive restaurant politics) and gave it short thrift.


"Fuck me lads. Even Dom and I couldn't have come up with this shite"


The question has to be this. How in all conscience can Rick Parry show his face around the EFL in the knowledge that he

A) Has seemingly been involved in cooking up this particular bailout plan for a long time. Without any of his members knowing.

B) is an ex very senior employee of the club who just happened to come up with it (and a supporter thereof)

C) is supposed to be advocating for greater influence on the game as a whole for EFL clubs, not plotting to reduce their already paltry influence to next to none and backing a plan which would give a veto over rules the EFL set to just six top flight clubs.

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It's time for a new league. One run simply to allow football clubs to play football against each other for the entertainment of people who pay to watch it. Sporting, sustainable and competitive. How hard can it be?

Why the fuck does it have to be this complicated?

Saturday, October 10, 2020

Like a hot knife through butter: The Mighty vs Ipswich Town


At least the picture is cheery. 

I've kind of got a minor beef with Ipswich. Last year, they came to Bloomfield and obligingly lost, a brilliant Chris Maxwell save and a Super Joe Nuttall goal in the dying seconds contributing to a fantastic finale. During the game I observed their fans had an unusual chant, where they shouted a letter at a time. I couldn't make out what they were actually spelling, but despite me asking several times on twitter no Ipswich fan replied with an answer. Thus, I feel as a club, they are haughty and aloof and I hope we give them a good hiding. 

This week Covid world bore a surreal crossover on Twitter this week. I noticed a conversation between the writer of Danger Mouse and the former Everton and England midfielder Peter Reid wherein the latter was consoling the former about the lack of work in the current climate and offering morale support. What next for this year? Will I stumble upon former Middlesbrough forward Bernie Slaven trying to convince the woman who played Grotbags not to give up on acting? Maybe Ian Culverhouse counselling Damien Hirst about his fall from his position as UK art's leading enfant terrible? Who the fuck knows... Not I. 

What I do know is that the GOAL MACHINE IS PLAYING! (sound the trumpets!) and Yates is on the left. It might not work, but equally, it just might.  We've looked very attractive at times but only in a few periods have we looked genuinely dangerous and I'm convinced that both Madine's nous and Yates in what appears to me to be his best role offers a double bonus. The midfield is the same but at the back Garbutt and Gabriel start - so far so good, but Big Marvin returns with Ollie Turton alongside him. Weird when Thorniley looked assured against Accy. 

I try to work this out and assume that Critch wants someone in the middle who can bring the ball out a bit and pass. Worth a try I suppose. What is evident is that 3 of 4 of the back four are comfortable with the ball so it might aide the way we try to build from the back. However the game goes, I'm encouraged by Critch using his resources and shuffling the pack a bit. He needs time, he needs patience, but just seeing the same side, week after week playing exactly the same way won't breed confidence if it's not working and I'm glad to discover that there's enough pragmatism alongside the purist philosophy to recognise Madine is worth a game, especially when it's palpably not working as it should up front. 

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It's very windy. Madine starts with nice chest control but can't cut inside. A diagonal from Robson puts Hamilton in a good position but the ball bounces and skips over his head. Yates charges and the Ipswich clearance is poor under pressure only reaching Robson who controls and threads it up the middle to Madine. The big man jinks and shapes to shoot, crashing it goalwards but the defence charge it down. 

Pool are on top early on. Madine plays a lovely lofted pass to Yates who has the defence stretching to deny him. Turton finds Yates with a terrific length of the pitch ball but he's offside. 

A short corner is worked short, Garbutt on the end of the third pass, appearing from deep so has loads of time but he can only hit row S in the south stand. 

Ipswich score with their first shot. Gabriel is beaten for pace, by Edwards who chips a cross over everyone. It bounces level with the far post, about 15 yards out and sits up perfectly for the player advancing from deep to smash home. Everyone is occupied with the more obvious threats at the near post and it's unstoppable. 

For fucks sake. We've looked comfortable and controlled the game but we're losing after one attack. 

CJ wins a loose ball that pops for Madine, who doesn't fancy the 50/50 and Ipswich are down the other end like lightning, winning a corner. It's swung into Maxwells hands, he bowls it out quickly, Hamilton squares it, Robson sprays it, Pool are free on the right, the cross is to the near post, Yates twists his neck and turns it to goal but is denied by some part of a defender and the ball flies over. Two lightning breaks in a row and it's good to see Pool not falling to pieces and getting back at them quickly. 

Twice long balls to Hamilton cause concern but neither yield a real chance. Garbutt is looking a good player, but perhaps still a little rusty at times, which is understandable given his lack of preseason. He delivers a lovely cross, then a delightful curling free kick within 60 seconds of each other. 

Gabriel throws long, Madine leaps and doesn't quite reach, Yates bundles it back to Keshi who half volleys over. Ward and Hamilton combine and CJ is wide and with time to pick the right ball. He pulls back to Ward but the ball is behind him and though Ward controls and shoots into a defender, Madine is left with arms wide as a simple touch off would have given Madine a chance to shoot with space and time from about 12 yards out. 

Ipswich's second comes again on the right, Gabriel again beaten, but this time making a strong challenge as Ipswich drive hard on the right. The ball only bounces back to a blue shirt and a low shot from Edwards goes right through Maxwell who looked to be in the perfect place to stop it. 2-0 down from what I make 3 Ipswich attacks. I literally mean attacks as well, not chances. 

Now we're really in trouble. Ipswich have shown nothing much apart from the ability to shephard our forwards away from goal and to counter attack effectively. Now that's all they have to do. I look at the bench and I'm not sure I really know who would especially change it up outside of Mitchell and I don't know where I'm going to play him. 

Frustration is showing as well. Robson has kicked three players, CJ is penalised for a pointless foul in the corner. 

Pool try to play out. Maybe Keshi is fouled, maybe he slips but it falls perfectly for Ipswich, Bishop ties Turton in knots, unties him and ties him up again for fun then slips it into the corner for 3-0. Fucking hell and fuck off football. 

Gabriel slides in with a wild challenge. I can't see us finishing with 11 men at this rate. The first half end with a pointless long ball from Ward which seems fitting. 

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I'm a bit stunned. Pool looked decent enough for a while but again, they're not creating enough with the good play they have managed. Gabriel has been done twice on the left for goals and sloppy stuff led to the third. Ipswich have done nothing else, but when they've had chances they've taken them absolutely clinically. 

Lets play 'You're Neil Critchley' - what the fuck do you do?' (a game I suspect will popular amongst Pool fans in the coming days) - Here's my plan - I take off Ward who is not influencing this or several previous games. I put on Williams and push up Robson who is neither Charlie Adam nor best served by playing deep and tackling. Williams can also drop back and make a 3 at the back, allowing the full backs to bomb on like mad.  

Tempting as it is to blame Madine for being a boring player from last year and not a super sexy new signing and thus automatically better than anyone who was already at the club, I don't take him off cos with my full backs bombing on, Yates can get inside with him and I can't see anyone else who might score on the bench.

"Just fucking go for it, all of you - forget passing triangles and game management, go and attack like fuck for 25 minutes. Don't come back until you've won it" is my team talk. 

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Second half beings with Mike Garrity clapping on the touch line. Now is the time to mention his hair that I wonder if he's too old for, that makes him look like a youth club manager or some fella who owns a clothes shop that's probably going to go out of business. I reckon he likes Lambretta scooters. Nothing wrong with that, it's just his vibe. 

We do go for it a bit, Madine gets on the end of a long throw, Yates practically has a fight on the left touchline to win the ball, we scrap a bit more, Madine wins a fick, then another. Hamilton sees a chance to shoot but slides the ball to the back of Yate's ankles instead. Madine wins yet another flick and Hamilton is away but he's chopped down. Madine goes down in the box, but the ref is contemptuous (a theme that will continue)  

I miss being there. I want to shout stuff like 'For fucks sake Ward, stop taking two touches before doing anything, run or pass for fucks sake, not turn round in circles and pass to Turton' - To be fair to reality (which this game is a massive dose of) - I'd probably just shout 'For fucks sake!' and then sit down rather than the above, but it's what I'd mean.   

Gabriel 'stands one up at the far post' as Chissy would usually say (but doesn't this time) but no one is there. How long can Pool attack for before losing conviction? Gabriel again picks it up deep, beats 2 and plays a nice crossfield pass but again, a nice moment where Pool seem to have space comes to nothing as we don't seem to be able exploit space at all.  

We're huffing a bit. I'm not sure we can say 'huffing AND puffing' to be honest and a change is coming. But it's an Ipswich one. Hmmm. 

Gabriel slides it in, Madine's in the mix, it bounces to Yates, he scuffs it and it drops again to Madine who slides in and tackles the ball home... I'm fucking delighted and I scare the cat and the other half by shouting properly for the first time since March. COME ON POOL!!! C'MON, COME THE FUCK ON. 

I calm down a bit to see Ipswich fire a shot from the edge of the box just past the post. 

Madine wins it again, Hamilton wrestles and fights and then is away, into the box, at the byline but then crowded out. A corner. Garbutt puts it under the bar and it's headed up and anything could happen, it's cleared and sent back in, Gabriel crashes to the ground but nothing. 

Madine gives one away, but seconds later he plays a beautiful one touch pass and Ward is away, so much space and time but he only curls into the hands of the keeper and I do actually mutter 'fucking hell.' The cat and the other half have gone now though.  

Another Ipswich sub. We're doing ok, it's a bit better. There's been some puff to match the huff but surely fresh legs soon as we're hitting a wall when we come forward. We're trying but we're not clinical. 

We make some space by passing it around as is our wont. What will we do? Keshi is running through but he wants too many touches and ends up tackling himself. That's the midfield today. 

Madine turns on the edge of the box and strikes a lovely half volley that bounces just in front of the keeper but he's equal to it. Gabriel who has been outstanding going forward second half swings a great ball in, Madine chucks himself full length and is a millimetre from a brilliant striker's goal. 

Anderson leaves the pitch and MJ Williams makes his contractually obliged appearance between 60 and 75 minutes where (according to the terms of his deal) he will be asked to run about and jump a bit somewhere near the ball. Maybe today will be the game he makes a difference. Robson moves forward, only 30 minutes after I'd have done it. 

But who gives a fuck where anyone is playing as their right backhits a looping ball to the edge of the box, Gabriel is done by a beautiful bit of control by Edwards and maybe being under the ball a bit. Gabriel hustles, Big Marv runs across and slides but neither have any effect as Edwards smashes it home and it's 4-1 Ipswich. Lethal. 

Garbutt crosses well, Yates leaps, Hamilton walks into it and it just bounces to the keeper. Not lethal. 

Madine on the edge of the box shows eyes in the back of his head with back heel to Jerry Yates who is surely through but no! He goes down, surely a penalty, but no! It come comes back to Madine who strikes well, it's surely headed for the top corner but fucking hell, no! The merest of deflections has denied the Goal Machine what would have been a great strike. 
 
By the end, Yates is walking like a defeated WW1 Soldier with trench foot and his feet wrapped in bleeding bandages and Pool have lost all hope. At least no one got sent off. 
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I don't really know what to say. I don't want to be some apoplectic ranting wannabe shock jock but things aren't going well are they? Here's me trying to be calm. Everyone seems to want someone else to do the killer pass. We knock it about, but sometimes it just goes backwards or sideways when there's clearly space opening up or a player free. We're not actually putting other teams under pressure by simply 'having the ball' and we're not good enough to go through the eleven and rebuild a move every time until the other team falls apart. This is confidence. The midfield and forward players are not taking the risks they need to. 

I also don't understand some of the decisions. I do not understand why a clearly knackered Garbutt stays on when Demi Mitchell has scored this years and shown himself able on the left to carry a ball in the way only really Gabriel managed today. I don't understand why Ward is still on the pitch when he's done nothing. I've nothing against Ward, I actually rate him, but he slowed play, showed no vision passing or crossing and ran into blind alleys. That happens sometimes, fine, but don't leave him on doing nothing for 90 minutes. I also don't really understand why Thorniley who was the best player in a decent defensive performance at Accy is not on the pitch from the beginning either. Maybe he thought Turts was a libero waiting to happen or felt harsh dropping him, I don't know. 

Someone will probably try to explain why it's Madine's fault with some rubbish about him not doing the press or some tripe about 'needing a Bobby Firmano' because really, they're a two scarfer who has a secret dream about Anfield melding with Bloomfield or something. To me, he's done everything he can be expected to and was the best of the lot today by a margin. I slagged him off pre season for wandering about with his hands in his pockets but he's had a decent match and wasn't the problem. The big question is the anonymity of the central midfield. The full backs have put their share of decent balls in but the central 3 are just not unlocking anything. Robson is being wasted. I think at one point 'We really miss Matty Virtue' and much as I like Virtue, that really does seem desperate. 

Lambert doesn't even bother to look chuffed as he walks out at the end. He looks like Critchley would if you made a macho action figure version of him. All grey hair and puffer jacket, pumped up with satisfaction and pride in a job done well. I don't give a fuck about their stupid song with one letter at a time now. They twatted us and didn't really seem to have to try all that hard. 

Fuck's sake Pool. Sort it out. What else have we got in this shite year of shite years?

Next week. It'll click next week. Maybe they just need a right good bollocking, maybe they need to just go for it, maybe they need some of the new players to get match fit and some of the injured ones to return. Maybe, maybe, maybe.

C'mon Pool. You're better than this. 

utmp

Thursday, October 8, 2020

A strange business - a long read on what the media don't say about 'the football crisis'


I wrote this before the announcement of the proposal by the big Premier League clubs to let the rest of football have some money. On the surface, that seems grand but it's when you discover that all they want in return is to control the game henceforth that it doesn't seem quite the wonderful act of philanthropic kindness. 

I suppose you could read this as 'reasons why we probably shouldn't cede even further control to even less people' or 'things the media will probably say when doing a cursory analysis of the situation before returning to the usual catwalk gossip and rumour of the biggest show on earth. 

If anything, it's perhaps useful as a way of taking breath and reminding yourself that the big clubs aren't all models of success who we should follow and learn from and the idea of them being some kind of benevolent custodians for the game as a whole is delusional. 

Hey hey, it's STILL crisis time. Football was back and then it wasn't. Just like that, the optimism of a slow and steady return to normality vanished, the dawning light was snuffed out and the darkness of night returned where morning should have been.  

We've got hacks who spend every waking hour immersed in the gilded world of the Premier League with it's 24 hour rolling glamourthon blinking unsteadily in the glare of the question 'Is football fucked?' and nervously expressing half views about what might help 'the little clubs' out of the hole they find themselves in. The fact that the lower divisions and their day to day existence is something they consider once or twice a year (when a club goes out of existence and when there's an FA Cup shock) is palpably evident in the tentative, half baked replies and shallow analysis. 

Very few words I've heard in the last few weeks have convinced me that very many people in the football media really understand either the cause or the solution to the problems we face. 

The main take on this seems to be: 

Covid (bad) X dodgy owners (bad) = financial ruin
Some money (from Premier League or Gov't) = solution and all go home and carry on the same. 

Sprinkle in something about 'it being hard to make ends meet' and 'at the end of the day, the bigger clubs take a bigger share of the pie' and that's about the sum total of attention given to the potential for a collapse of clubs on the scale we've not seen before in the large part of football media. 

Whilst it seems that the Premier League might actually offer some cash, it also seems as if that cash might be subject to terms and conditions and it's this humble blog's (i.e. what I think) opinion that it's a pretty minging thing to imagine, a world where the Premier League exerts an even tight grip on the neck of football. 

Think of this blog as a primer for reading, listening and responding to the majority of opinion expressed by people who get paid to talk in shallow terms about football. It's an attempt to redress the lack of of insight shown in the majority of reports. 

Is it a meme? No. Is it interesting? That depends. Will it take long to read? About 10 minutes I reckon. 

First we're going to examine some of the half baked truisms trotted out by hacks and ex pros over the last few weeks: 

"Football is a business"

Is football a business? In a lot of ways, yes, it clearly is. Individual clubs are businesses who trade on a market, buy and sell assets, attract customers and turn profits or losses. There's some things that set football apart from a run of the mill business though...

The romantic would cite 'community values' and there's doubtless a value beyond money to football clubs. It's not, however, the potential social value of clubs I want to use to differentiate Aston Villa from Amazon or Burton from Burtons. 

It's great to imagine that your football club is some worthy beacon in a world of dark selfishness. There's certainly good that clubs do and some clubs do more than others. I'm not deriding that, I'm, in fact, all for it. And yet... it sticks a little in the craw to have lower league teams reduced to simply 'social institutions' as if they're not professional clubs, committed as the next to trying to win games of football. If we over emphasise the cuddly 'it's a place to meet up and have a pint, go with yer grandad, many generations, it's all the town has got' whimsy and romance as if that's the sum total of what 'teams that aren't in the top 6 at the moment' are, then we're in danger of representing lower league football as some kind of glorified social club. There's nowt wrong with that, but that's not what a professional football club is fundamentally about. 

Football clubs in the pyramid are 'elite' level. There's over 38000 registered clubs (over 40,000 by some figures) and these are the top 92, the top 0.02% of all the clubs - yes, of course, they are 'social institutions' but they're also striving to be the best in their sport. If I'm going to argue that standard business thinking doesn't apply, it's not out of a purely sentimental or romantic notion that I do so. 

All clubs have a unique relationship with their competitors. They thrive on competition. Big clubs are generally defined by their great rivalries. Think Arsenal and Tottenham are the next thought you have. Everton, Liverpool and so on. It's not just a case of derbies equating to interest, it's always about close fought battles, evenly matched teams attracting the most interest. Liverpool v Newcastle in the 90s, Arsenal vs Utd in the 2000s and Liverpool vs City in the current era, examples of games where closely matched rivals compete to create 'an alluring product' 

If the entire high street closed down tomorrow, then Amazon wouldn't weep a tear or suffer in the slightest. In fact, they'd benefit significantly from being the only show in town (as their enormous profits and the state of high streets show already.) It's in Amazon's interests to pursue an aggressive and self interested strategy that sees their competitors wither and die. 

Is that same strategy in the interest of football clubs though? I would argue not. The game is at its best when it's close. It's at its best when there's a healthy battle between evenly matched clubs. No one could possibly deny that Arsenal pipping Liverpool at the line in 1990 or Man City's last gasp title victory, or for that matter, Leicester's completely unexpected win, trumps a walkover by 20 or 30 points in terms of sheer drama and engagement. 

Last minute winners stick longer in the mind than routine 3-0 victories. Last minute losses feel more painful than routine 3-0 losses. Close competition matters to the health of the game and the interest in clubs. That's very different than the reality of business. The mantra of capitalism might speak of competition pushing enterprise on to greater deeds, but the reality in many sectors is, it's actually much better to just crush the competition into the dust and dominate the market. 

If you imagine say, Liverpool, but you strip them of games against their rivals, you strip Liverpool of any meaning. To an extent, Coke is defined by being 'not Pepsi' but should the blue can disappear, the red can won't lose its allure. If (for sake of argument) Liverpool were to achieve an Amazon-like dominance of the Football market and drive Chelsea, Man City, Man United, Everton, Arsenal, Tottenham etc etc out of business it would be a very hollow existence indeed. 

Football clubs may be businesses, but football itself is more like a supply chain. Each club is dependent on the next for meaning and purpose. The narrative and drama of any given season is based on conflict and competition. 

Whilst of course, it's not Tottenham, Everton, Arsenal who are under threat and Liverpool are hardly likely to be facing Rochdale or Accrington in anger in the near future, it's the presence of clubs such as these that gives Liverpool its prestige. They are big. Size becomes irrelevant if you don't have a reference point. The glamour of winning the league 19 times is somewhat undermined if the league is a piece of piss to win. Finishing first out of 92 has a real cachet, finishing first out of 8 is a more underwhelming achievement. 

Smaller clubs are also the supply chain in another sense. Jamie Vardy is currently the Premier League's leading goal scorer and arguably the best pure striker of a generation. Without non league and lower league football he'd have been lost to the game. There are countless examples of players who've either never attracted the interest of elite club in the first place, or been deemed unfit to meet their exacting standards who have forged successful careers in the lower leagues and made it all the way to the top of the game, to international honours and trophies and medals.

As I edit this, Ollie Watkins has just put Liverpool to the sword - that's an ex Exeter City and Brentford forward if you wondered where he'd appeared from. 

To let the pyramid wither is a dangerous move by elite level football. It's a tiny little bit like Amazon deciding to put their suppliers and distributors out of business, which wouldn't be a wise business move at all. 

Successful businesses shouldn't have to bail out unsuccessful ones: 

This truism is really interesting to analyse as it gets to the heart of how we think about the game and what has gone really wrong somewhere, even in the heads of people who genuinely do think about and watch it a lot.  

What is 'success?' - In business, broadly speaking, it's making money. Football clubs are oddly exempt from this rule, even though the same people who spout this phrase, often also insist that 'Football is a business' 

Many Premier League clubs aren't business success stories - they're examples of vanity projects, run for the ego of their owners or perhaps for the political capital associated with the positive image that goes along with sporting success. They don't make money. If they're not making money - how can they be a 'business success?' - If I set up a coffee shop or a photocopier repair business, I can win all the trade awards I like, but if I'm putting more money in than I'm getting out, my business cannot be described as 'a success' - I might have another very successful business, I might succeed in keeping my coffee shop afloat and even inflicting damage on my coffee shop rivals, I might serve very good coffee, but if I'm having to keep pumping more and more money in and it not breaking even, it can't be regarded as 'good business'

Manchester City are not a 'business success,' Chelsea are not a 'business success,' Everton are (under Moshiri) a palpable disaster of a business and so on. You could make a (likely very unpopular) argument that the (in footballing terms) unsuccessful Newcastle United are in fact a success (in business terms.) The former clubs turn massive losses and but for the grace of their benefactors wouldn't be in the position they are. Newcastle turn a small profit and pay out money to their shareholders. By the definition of a 'normal' business, they're a success. Is football a business or not? If it is, it's a fucking odd one. 

Now let's look at some lower league clubs. I'm going to pick Accrington, but I could just as easily pick any number of clubs. Accrington have established themselves in midtable in the third tier. By my reckoning, Stanley haven't been relegated for 21 years, and in that time have been promoted 4 times, each time consolidating their position in a higher division, before slowly and steadily making their way up that division. There's been moments along the way when finances have been shaky, but generally, Stanley have lived within their means and survived on a diet of other team's cast offs, young players, overlooked senior pros and carefully selected loans. Their ground has slowly been improved and they make the absolute most of their resources through good management. It's probably fair to say, Accrington don't treat football 'as a product' but anyone who has visited the Crown Ground will testify, they do a good job of serving it up and balancing the books in the process. 

What makes Accrington remarkable, is they don't have a multi millionaire at the helm, they don't have huge cash injections or millions of pounds of TV money. They're flanked by Blackburn and Burnley, bigger places, bigger, more successful clubs and yet they're competing with Sunderland, Ipswich and outperforming Bolton Wanderers. They go toe to toe with teams with bigger resources and sometimes they win.  

I could pick plenty of other clubs from the lower reaches of the league, or from non league football who are run in this way. Within their means and with ingenuity and dedication. For whom achievements have been hard fought and twice as well earned as if they'd simply been bought. 

The point is - who is it who that dares to define a club like Accrington as unsuccessful? On any sporting measure, they're a triumph. As a business, they've maximised their performance and broken into a market that seemed beyond their reach without excessive financial backing to distort the market in their favour. Accrington have never done what Chelsea did and spent wildly above their incomings, they've never posted losses of many millions that are simply underwritten by their owner and yet they've not taken a backward step in 21 years. Their losses, such as they are, even at their lowest ebbs, were nothing in comparison to those of, say Everton. So how are they unsuccessful? What weird business rule applies, where the business that loses most money is more successful than one that generally breaks even?  

Further to all this, there is a simple structural truth. Someone has to be unsuccessful. In a sporting sense at least, someone has to be a failure. It doesn't matter if every single club makes all the best choices available to them on and off the pitch, someone will lose more matches than the rest. When we make such a strong link between sporting achievement and financial reward, we're giving teams a double reward or a double punishment. On the pitch at least, football is not like a business, in the sense that you can't expand the potential to succeed beyond the very fixed opportunity on offer. If it's not working you can't leave the division and try your luck in another one (as a business can with a particular product or market) 

Someone HAS to be relegated, fail to make the playoffs, miss out on the last day of the season, have a disappointing mid table season. It's literally impossible for that not to happen to someone in any given season. Those teams are just as necessary to the narrative of football as the teams who win. Why is it necessary to create such precipitous financial cliff edges and indeed, such tortuous arrangements for those who fall from them? If we need 'parachutes' for relegation, why not just make the drop in finance more shallow? 

The idea that a club 'deserves' to be liquidated because it hasn't achieved the necessary on ptch success to unlock the financial rewards that go with that is truly odd and demonstrates the way that 'business thinking' has permeated into the mind of football and corrupted it. Clubs deserve to be relegated, they might even deserve to be relegated several times and maybe, at a stretch, (I'm being very pragmatic here and abandoning all my higher ideals) even deserve to suffer existentially if they consistently manage themselves badly and ignore all sense, advice and warnings to the contrary. Football cannot sustain mass irresponsibility. But.... teams do not deserve to face financial ruin simply because their football decisions went wrong. Why? Because it's literally inevitable that will happen for some clubs. It's 100% unavoidable. 

When people talk about clubs 'cutting their cloth' according to their perceived size/potential/current position, we're positing a really odd thing in sporting terms. We're creating a vision of a pyramid where each team stays more or less where they are and nothing changes much for them. In the current model where success costs, frugality and sense can only equate to stasis. 

Essentially, when we talk about 'success' we're mixing up the random luck of the club who gets bought by an owner who has money with sporting merit. We're confusing businesses with oligarch's playthings and it's time to get the language right. To describe Chelsea or Man City giving Accrington or AFC Wimbledon or plenty of other teams a portion of their TV money as 'successful businesses' bailing out 'unsuccessful businesses' is an absolutely disgraceful misuse of truth and the English language. 

The game can't support a pyramid this big: 

This I simply don't understand. The game survived two world wars, the depression of the 1920s, the industrial unrest of the 70s and 80s. Football is followed throughout the pyramid by considerably more match going supporters than through most of the 1980s and early 1990s. (Gates in the top flight have more or less doubled since 1980, and whilst I can't find comparable figures for the other divisions, they're clearly higher than they were at all levels)

So, there's more fans who are also paying more. Match going tickets are proportionately more expensive and clubs of all sizes sell considerably more merchandise and many have more revenue streams than they could have dreamed of 40 years ago. The idea of my own club having a ground that included a hotel and office space seemed absurd in 1992, but yet, here we are with office lets and a hotel. We've barely even mentioned multi billion pound TV deals yet, but the notion of people in Sub Saharan Africa or the Australian outback paying money into the English game would have seemed bizarre in the 1980s. And yet, here we are in an era where the global TV rights are the biggest game in town. 

Whilst obviously Covid has curtailed income, the money that has come into football has increased hugely to a point, where it seems frankly absurd to make a statement that the game suddenly can't afford it's own structure.

A more accurate statement would be 'The game is unwilling to curb the runaway inflation of top flight wages (3700% rise since Premier League inception) and the price we will pay for failing to use the money for anything more useful than wages that are excessive by anyone's standards is the existence of a whole series of clubs" 

Bail out: 

Here's a simple fact. The Premier League is the only English division that pays prize money. If we look at Accrington or Wycombe or AFC Wimbledon, or any other small, well run and successful club, they don't actually get rewarded very much for their success. Granted, Wycombe have achieved a moderate windfall in increased TV money for reaching the championship but all the teams who won leagues or finished far higher in the league than expected, or won a play off final or achieved any kind of 'success' last year in the football league, didn't actually get any prize money for it. 

The Premier League prize pot alone would solve the immediate financial crisis, and in there'd be plenty left over for non league and grass roots football. The top 4 in the Premier league received £200 million in prize money last year. That's the amount which is suggested will be needed to safeguard the future of the EFL. That still leaves about £250 million in prize money to be paid out. Remember, no one else gets ANY PRIZE MONEY AT ALL.  

The numbers are simple: Less than half of the total prize money would save the rest of the league. Put it this way - this season a club in the pyramid will go bust and someone in the Premier League will receive prize money for finishing 14th - i.e. not winning anything, that could have saved that club. That's not impacting on any of the other means Premier League teams have to raise income. It's just trimming their bonus a bit. 

It seems a bit strange to me. The majority of teams play for nothing aside from the prospect of promotion or fear of relegation and yet the Premier League simple MUST pay teams for finishing 10th and cannot possibly function without doing so?

Don't forget, the Premier League is also paying each and every team around £100 million pounds just for being in the division a figure way higher than the championship clubs recieves and way, way, way more than teams even further down the pyramid receive. 

If it's such a great sporting competition, the greatest in the world etc, why does it need so much prize money? Why does no one ever ask that? 

Lower league clubs must learn to live within their means. 

We're back to the astonishing dual thinking that fetes Manchester City and Chelsea, that wants Saudi Arabian money to catapult Newcastle into Geordie heaven but demands anyone not in the promised land learns to get by on scraps. 

Of course clubs should live 'within their means' but 'their means' are dictated by their league position. Manchester United have earned £1.5 billion pounds just for being a Premier League Club. 'Football' has paid that club to exist. That's not the money they've earned as a business, from selling tickets, shirts, executive boxes, trips round Old Trafford, sponsorship deals, player trading, etc, etc, etc. It's the money that football itself has paid to that club. 

Their means are being considerably enhanced by the way the market (remember, football is a business and clubs operate within a market) is set up. This isn't even money coming from the generous owners. This is simply money paid by the league, to the club, for little more than existing. 

Imagine a shopping mall, in which coffee shop A is paid every year by the mall owners and coffee shop B is paid nothing. Then imagine coffee shop A lecturing coffee shop B on running a profitable business. 

There aren't comparable total figures for the Championship, but a club that has been in the league below for the same period of time could have expected at most to have recieved about 10% of that figure - which is still a lot of money, but indisputably a lot less. 

What seems to be forgotten in the head long rush to castigate clubs for 'wild spending' and 'profligacy' is the fundamental purpose of a football team. We've touched on this earlier, but it's worth reiterating again, for so often it's forgotten, as if Stevenage, Exeter and Crawley are just there to make up numbers and give people somewhere to go on Saturday. The fundamental point of ALL the teams in the league is to try and one day beat Manchester United or Arsenal. Whether Accrington or Aston Villa, whether Wimbledon or Wolves, the point is to win games and get as high up the leagues as you can.

If you are setting the price of competing with Manchester United at a very basic £1.5 billion pounds (remember again, that's only the money from the league itself and an incredibly conservative estimate of the difference in resources between Man Utd and Mansfield) then essentially, the structure of the game is FORCING teams to gamble. How can a lower league team possibly compete with the established big names, when a considerable amount of their resources are simply handed to them in return for their mere presence in the league? 

No one is advocating reducing Manchester United's capacity to earn. No one is proposing they stop selling shirts in China or doing lucrative tours of the USA or selling adverts on their TV channel. They're a big club and big clubs exist. Every market has market leaders. The problem comes when the market leaders actively suppress the ability of other businesses to function by driving up the prices of supplies. This is effectively what has happened with footballers wages. You can disagree, but you are wrong. The inflation rate since the beginning of the Premier League is (at least) 3700% 

If you want to compete (which is the ultimate reason football clubs exist) then you have to pay the market rate for the resources (i.e. players) to do so. 

Let's use an analogy to make what I think is a crude but illustrative point.

A man is born in a town. He grows up happily enjoying his life in the town, surrounded by family and friends. He meets a girl in the town, who lives there happily, surrounded by their family and friends. They decide to settle down and have a baby. The town isn't very rich in its own right, but it's pretty and nice to live in and they like it. They both have jobs, not very high paying (because there aren't any), but jobs none the less. Its a bit of an isolated town, so it doesn't make sense to move away because that will cut them off from their friends and family. 

They go to the estate agents and are shocked to find that house prices are twice what they once were. They go back the next week and they're now 2.5 times what they were. Each week they do this and the costs keep rising!

"It's not fair!" they say. "We've worked and we like it here. We just want to set down roots and do what people do." - The estate agent replies, "I'm sorry, but it's people from the city - they're buying up the houses and using them at the weekend" 

The young couple are heartbroken. They've had a dream and they just want to live it. They decide to do whatever they can do to make it happen and after scrimping and saving, begging and borrowing, they find a bank that will lend them the money. It's a risk, but it's their dream. It's what they've always wanted. 

The little house costs way more than it should, but it's their happy home. For a while. Until the roof leaks and the plumbing needs doing. Till he has to take six months of work because he's hurt himself at work and they fall behind on the mortgage and things spiral from bad to worse and to cut a long story in the middle of a longer analogy short, the house gets repossessed. 

The house goes to auction and the young couple (who are now living with one of their parents) stand outside sadly as the new owners arrive. It's a posh couple from a far away city who spot them stood there and ask them what they're doing. When they recount their sorry tale, they tell them 'You should have lived within your means - look at us, we sold the house my father left me for over a million - now we're buying up places like this, y'know, sensible investments, frugal ones - why can't people like you learn to live within your means?" 

The posh couple aren't entirely heartless. They offer them a job, cleaning in the week, whilst the house is empty between holiday let guests and drive away in their 4*4, happy to have done their bit to prop the ailing rural economy. 

The analogy is over. What, you may ask (forgivably given the length and digressive nature) was its point?

Football is a dream. The dream is to win. When you put an absurd price on that, people will chase it because what choice really exists - what else are they supposed to do? Turn to another cheaper sport? Clubs exist within a pyramid for a reason. The reason is to try and climb it. When you lift up the ladder, people will jump for it. Sometimes they'll fall in the process. 

The message of 'live within your means' is absurd, when the profligacy of the top flight is the petrol on the flames of spending. 

Well, it's just bad owners. If we can just sort that out... 

As the cost of football rises, each foreign (I say that, because generally, they are) superstar owner is greeted with a delighted squeal and rubbing of hands, excited to learn what big name player will be tempted to the top flight next. The media can barely contain their delight at another coat of glamour being applied to the most beautiful of games. 

No one seems to stop and wonder 'why is almost exclusively foreign money in football?' When Wigan Athletic were in very recent financial trouble, it seemed the only English figure the receivers could drag out of the world's 7th most successful economy was Norman Smurthwaite, the dodgy as hell former owner of Port Vale. Wigan were saved by a Spanish bidder in the end. 

Charlton Athletic whose ownership travails are the stuff of nightmares have recently been taken over by a Belgian businessman. 

There are 33 people or groups listed as owners or part owners of top flight football clubs. Only 27% of them are British. Put it another way, 73% of them are not. In the Championship, there are 40 people or groups listed as owners and only 15 of them are British. The amount of non British money dwindles a lot from League 1 downwards, but the fact of the matter remains, Far more of the top ranking 'English' clubs are not owned by English people or companies based in England. 

Does this matter? On one level, no, not really. On another level, perhaps it matters a lot. What is going wrong economically where UK finance wants little or nothing to do with football? 

As global finance drives up the cost of competing in football, it's not simply that 'more foreign investment' is making its way into the game. It's (as witnessed by the struggles of any number of clubs, most recently Wigan, to find an owner) that the traditional reliance of most provincial clubs upon a local benefactor is now failing. There comes a point where, if local money doesn't want to know, then clubs are at risk of completely unknown, completely unaccountable money. 

We've established quite clearly that football, whilst a business in one sense, is quite unlike other businesses - in that what's expected of an owner is to sink vast amounts of personal wealth in a quest for glory and that whilst some clubs have owners are willing to do that, others don't. The amount of local multi billionaires on tap for Rotherham United or Gillingham, for Newport County or Stevenage Borough is probably not that high. 

Why do we end up with so many bad owners, making weird decisions, dodgy dealings or just proving to be simply crooked fantasists? At least in part because you'd have to be a bit mad to invest in football in the first place. A few hundred grand, a couple of million quid simply won't go far enough anymore. Why? Because the money involved in doing any more than surviving in the lower reaches of the league is frankly insane - yes, the rewards are plentiful eventually, but the odds of success aren't very high and football is a demanding game that's difficult to master. Plenty of people have sunk fortunes into it and gained little glory in response. 

There's nothing wrong with calling out bad ownership and weak governance in the press. In fact, as a Blackpool fan, I wish it was more common. It's just that the papers, podcasts and TV shows so rarely go beyond any immediate issue, rarely look beyond 'calls for a better fit and proper test' and question why there's a paucity of decent owners, why it's so rare that people with a connection to a club or an area are willing to step forward. 

The answer is surely: because the game has been so unwilling to manage its spending and so willing to reward the top clubs in a vastly disproportionate way, that the chances of ultimate success, in either business or sporting terms seem pretty low. Generally, if you're successful in business, you have a fairly pragmatic character. You see things objectively. Anyone looking at football objectively would see a business model that almost certainly requires you to lose money in significant amounts and a high chance that you'll never be repaid. Whilst that might be a price to pay for some local kudos or a platform for your business, there comes a point when that price becomes simply too high and we're left where we are. High and dry and looking abroad. 

The end bit:

It's easy to sum up the problem in a few sentences. Hyper inflation forces everyone to spend more. Human nature is such that sporting ambition can't be curbed and football clubs are a highly tempting prospect for someone wanting to chance their arm at a bit of glory. As the costs rise and rise, the number of people who can actually afford that costs dwindles. 

As such, the English game looks globally. It creams off the best players from across the globe and increasingly it requires global cash to pay for doing so. Global cash is attracted to certain sorts of investment and we've seen power, money and ultimately success coalesce around a particular kind of 'metropolitan big city club.' That's not to say that those clubs weren't already successful. They were, but balance of power between metropolitan and provincial England in footballing terms has shifted beyond question. Crap towns simply don't win stuff anymore. 

In and of itself, is that foreign investment a problem? 

On one level, money is universal. Does it matter where it was made? Money flows freely across borders and trade breaks down barriers between cultures. 

On another, it's a strange thing. We're in a particular time and place culturally, where our national debates centre round notions of 'control' and what 'we' are able to do in terms of setting rules, laws and managing our own futures. It's a debate I don't want to get into as Nationalism is not a force to be casually embraced, but equally it's one I certainly understand from the perspective of seeing in my lived experience, the impact of globalisation on UK industry and the consequent influence upon the pride and prospects of the various post industrial towns I've called my home. If you cede control, then it's natural that at some point to want it back. 

What mystifies me about all this, is in this particular cultural moment, where many will argue that it's worth sacrificing current financial relationship in return for control of our own destiny, why doesn't the same argument apply to football? 

Ultimately, when the fate of the pyramid is decided, when the future of 132 (and counting) years history is in the balance, how much sway will American venture capitalists, Middle Eastern oil barons and post communist oligarchs place upon the intangible value of the history and tradition of the English game? 

Who actually controls 'our' game? 

This isn't (I think) a xenophobic point. I'm not in denial about the scumbag nature of many English people involved in football. I'm a fucking Blackpool fan. It's not a romantic point about 'good old fashioned chairmen like Peter Swales and Ken Bates' - I'm also not denying the good work of foreign owners at many clubs or seeking to drive them out the game. 

It's a broader point about whether football is a business or not. Global capital has little sympathy for its competitors. It cares little about the collateral damage of the markets it colonises. Waterstones cared little for the independent bookshops and Amazon cares little for Waterstones. 

Our game is increasingly controlled by the votes and ethos of people who think globally, not locally. Who think in terms of their club's own brand image above anything else. Where does that leave the rest of football? You can deny this, but it's like saying black is white. The clubs are now owned by multinational global capital, not local capital. That's the facts. Expecting global capital to not behave like global capital is like expecting a dog to be a cat. 

It's also true that we're moving further and further from a position where owners are answerable to supporters. One thing you can say in the Oystons favour is, at least Blackpool fans knew where they were to tell them what we thought.

What do we do to influence the thoughts and actions of people thousands of miles away whose business interests and reputation have nothing to do with the town our club belongs too? 

Football is run as a members club and the most influential members (The EPL and the Championship) have a vast and disparate range of board members. To point out that these people are unlikely to be thinking especially deeply about the fate of the league 2 teams isn't xenophobic, it's simply reflecting human nature. How much do you know about the third tier of Russian football? How much do you care about grassroots football in the UAE, what's happening in the 4th tier of US football? You almost certainly don't know and neither do I and I would argue, I like football as much as, if not more than any owner of any club but not enough to appreciate the nuances of the structures of far flung lands. 

The broader point isn't that 'foreign money' = bad. It's that ceding control to less and less accountable figures who have more and more wealth and thus more and more influence is problematic. The next multi billionaire (of whatever nationality) won't improve football beyond perhaps serving up a slightly more competitive top flight - they'll simply move it further down the path it's on. They'll inflate wages still further, demand ever more TV games to compensate them for their spending and the effects described above will only become more and more serious. The nature of the ownership is a symptom of the way the game has been governed.

We've been served up years and years of the same thing. The governing bodies with hand off attitudes towards finances, but hands on attitudes to everything else. The matchday fan doesn't matter, the TV experience is everything, the rules are changed within complete disregard for anything supporters want. I could write another blog of the same length on VAR, substitutes, drinks breaks, fixture changes and so on. I won't, but fair to say, the game has been micromanaged but the finances have run out of control. This is a storm that's been brewing for years and Covid is just the thunderclap that presages the clouds finally breaking. 

So what next? 

It's been long mooted that the top clubs will breakaway. Perhaps it's time to breakaway from them instead. Perhaps it's time to reset, build a game based on some simple ideas around sustainability and competition and see what happens. Instead of grovelling to the elite for pocket change, like tramps with bowed heads, looking shameful as bankers and financiers walk past us, maybe we should up sticks, tell them to fuck their 'pyramid' and go and build another one, elsewhere, without them. 

The teams who are left can keep their telly money and go and try and find some other teams to play elsewhere. I don't give a fuck. Perhaps they could play their own B-teams and glory in steamrollering them 8-0. 



Tuesday, October 6, 2020

The rain was exciting: Accrington Stanley vs The Mighty

'Neil, can I play again in another month's time?'

Here we are again. Lets play 'What do you think the formation is today?'

Guess what - it's a 4-4-3! Who expected that shock!?

The formation may be predictable but there's many changes in a side I don't think looks very coherent on paper, Garbutt and Gabriel join the mystery that is Jordan Thorniley with on only Jimmy Husband retained from the weekend. Full backs fine, but that's two left footers in the middle and it looks like Jimmy is on the right of the pair. In midfield, the lad with the long hair we're not sure about comes in for the man with the floppy but tidier hair we like a lot. Sarkic (who I'm baffled as to why people* think he's a striker) replaces Yates and Kemp starts ahead of CJ. 

*By people, I mean Critchley 

Accy are playing weird pop classical music. It's more like the beginning of Lord of the Rings, an advert for Camelot Theme Park or the music to a Hot Ice show than the sound of an EFL Cup game behind closed doors. Chissy gets grumpy about it the big fun sponge. He describes it as 'an infernal racket' coming across like a comedy Grandad from a 1990s sitcom. I also realise I can't remember whether the crown ground had a giant rubix cube in the corner last season or not. Surely I'd have noticed. Do you notice a giant Rubix Cube if it's not there though? 

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Pool look quite bright in the opening few minutes, some quick passing and seeming fluency leads to a series of decent looking balls but the only threat on goal is a Bez Lubala effort that has as much threat as a back pass. 

Terrific work from Daniel Kemp leads to Pool's first, Kemp stealing the ball from a dozy Accrington full back and working the ball across via a little bit of luck and a bit of Ollie Sarkic to Keshi Anderson in acres of space who strokes the ball home from just inside the box. 

Pool are playing with pace and verve. Whether it's a weaker opponent in a partly second string Accy side or the extra something provided by players with something to prove, this looks more like the energy we saw in preseason. Lubala looks far more purposeful and integrated, Kemp and Gabriel have struck up an understanding and Sarkic looks better than Saturday at least. 

Accrington have few moments of their own, a header flashed wide from a free kick (which is ruled offside) and a couple of moments on the right hand side when they exploit a bit of rustiness from Luke Garbutt the best they do in the opening 25 minutes. 

As the half gets older, the quality declines and Accrington have a bit more possession. It's a crappy, scrappy period with lots of head tennis and not much else. 

Finally, something happens, nice control, a turn on the edge of the box and decent long range effort from Sarkic draws a diving stop. That's the first moment of strong period of play for the Mighty. Sarkic crosses low for Kemp who is just squeezed out, Lubala plays a really nice pass for Kemp who spins on the edge of the box, but just can't run on to his own touch. Roles reverse seconds later as Sarkic's excellent flick on is won by Kemp who then threads a terrific ball for Lubala. Bez doesn't quite read the intent and is running outside the full back when the opportunity to dart inside seemed to present itself. 

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I've been very taken with Jordan Gabriel, he has skill going forward, but he's also looked good defensively. Call me old fashioned but in a league where getting it forward quickly is a key tactic of so many teams, it's good to see a player who seems to be able to deal with that as well as do the fancy stuff. Garbutt looks mostly like he knows what's he's doing if not quite up to fitness yet.

Thorniley has, thus far been really good, doing what he needs to do with minimal fuss and showing some nice touches of control and simple but well timed passing from the back. Williams has been neat and tidy without particularly influencing the game. I'm not entirely convinced by him. I'm not sure if it's him or the fact he's not really got the passer next to him to make clear who he's in the team to make space and play it simple for. 

This has been the best half I've seen from Bez. Ollie Sarkic does quite well up front, more so later in the half where he links play really well without being an out and out threat. It seems the time on the pitch does him good and I'm pleased to say he definitely looks more like the play Critch seems to want him to be. The energy in the side I think can be partly put down to Dan Kemp who offers movement and buzzes about quite effectively, even if quite often it doesn't quite come off for him. 

It's not vintage but broadly, it's encouraging and the side looks more coherent and quicker than I felt it might before kick off. 

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It feels I've tempted fate - Sarkic has gone off after a heavy challenge late in the first half, so no more growing into the game as he gets minutes. Yates replaces him. Not only that, but then Gabriel is beaten for a flick on that Accy can't quite bundle home at far post. 

The game becomes very physical, Yates leaves an Accrington man on floor after a clash with real intent behind it, Grant Ward is poleaxed a few minutes later.

About the most exciting football event is Dion Charles winding up for an effort, striking it beautifully but into the Blackpool defence. 

Pool offer little. The game offers little. I wonder why Chissy says 'the piece' when he means 'the season.' No one else says that. I muse on the fact he sometimes says it to mean 'the game' as well. It's really not a good half. 

It's that bad that the icy rain suddenly bouncing down and making a racket (a quite meditatively pleasing one, not an infernal one) is definitely a highlight. Gabriel does more good work in the downpour snuffing out a Dion Charles opportunity at the far post. Other moments that happen and only merit a mention because it's such dreary stuff include Yates winning a flick on but no one taking advantage and Lubala beating a man then passing to no one. 

A substitute brings yet more excitement. It's really that poor. Demi Mitchell replaces Luke Garbutt who has been perfectly fine. He'll be good with a few games I think.  

Anderson picks it up in space and dallies, daring a defender to come, then releases Mitchell, he beats one and crashes a shot goalward. It hits an Accrington defender and bounces for a throw in. It's the best moment of the half so far. 

Accrington have it wide, they show real tenaciousness to force a cross, which is a good near post effort, Bishop gets in front of Gabriel and glances it home for a simple equaliser. 

Robson replaces Lubala who hasn't really done anything second half after a decent first period. 

Pool do a passable but ultimately futile impression of trying to win the game. 

Robson gives and goes with Demi Mitchell, racing on to the return pass, charging into the box and pulling back... to no one. Gabriel does a beautiful spin and looks set to race away into space but Accrington chop him down and the moment is gone... Robson puts in a looping cross that drops almost on the goal line but Yates can't get anywhere near. Anderson feeds Mitchell who drives into the keepers hands. Robson finds kemp with a long cross field ball, Kemp takes it in space, looks at his options, drives a cross that hits an Accy body - there's semi convincing shouts for a penalty but there's nothing doing. 

Maxwell makes a close range save from Bishop to save Pool from a sucker punch. 

Chissy adopts the manner of a low budget after dinner speaker and makes a dodgy comment about his wife. GTF ignores him. 

Pool lump it forward. The whistle goes for penalties.... 

Bishop for Accrington, looking like a Rugby League player in the rain. Wipes his eyes, shoots low, to the left and Maxwell dives low and pushes it away. 0-0

Yates takes and age to place and then side foots it home with the keeper going the wrong way. 0-1

Dion Charles tamps down the penalty spot like a golfer then smashes it home into the corner. 1-1

Ethan Robson also spend ages then chips it home, the keeper going the right way but getting under it. 2-1

Sykes who has the manner of a farmhand, smashes it. No stopping that one. 2-2

Anderson takes one, two, three deliberate strides back, glides forward then finds the corner. He really does have a surprising grace about him for a lad who looks quite squat 3-2  

Joe Pritchard is completely no nonsense as he puts it down the middle. 3-3

Ward does a little stutter at the beginning of his run, hits it towards the corner but at a nice height and the keeper beats it away. Ward has looked shattered since about 80 minutes. 3-3

Tom Scully looks with intent at the bottom corner but places it in the other one and Maxwell buy it completely 4-3 

Kemp goes all round the houses, to the right, to the left, then comes at the ball almost side on but blasts it over the top. 4-3 

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Something about bad games making you appreciate the good ones. At least I wasn't stood in that pissing cold rain. 

The second half was really, really poor. I think I've made that point so suffice to say, the attacking players offered almost nothing at all. I still don't know if Williams is good or bad, it's just hard to really see what he does at all. Kemp lost his way and Ward offered little. The pick of the front 6 was Keshi Anderson who obviously scored but I thought used the ball better tonight.

What was noticable was the change from Sarkic to Yates seemed to completely upset the rhythm, I didn't Sarkic was great, but he seemed to link up the attacking work and as I said previously, was growing into the game and I was starting to warm to the idea that maybe, after all, he could play in that position and not look totally out of place. Yates got no change out of the Accy defence at all and didn't really link play either. Accy also switched formation a bit at half time and we didn't seem to offer much to counter any changes they'd made so perhaps I'm pointing at Jerry unfairly. Again, it seems like we do what we do what we do. I'm not sure about that. It was good enough for Clough so who am I to question doing your own thing and to hell with the opposition, but I'd just like to see us try and shift things about a bit to make things happen when we hit these sterile patches we seem prone to.  

At the back, things were solid enough. Was the goal Gabriel's fault for getting beaten. I dunno, I don't really subscribe to making pronouncements like Gary Neville about every goal being down to someone's mistake. He certainly had a decent game in general. Husband did fine and for me, Thorniley was really good, just calm and Accy got little joy up the middle at all. It does make you wonder if that's the player Wednesday fans saw and where exactly he's been since he signed. 

I liked the young Accy lad who came on with the dreadlocks and hairband (I look him up, he's a Chelsea kid, Tariq Uwakwe), he had a certain drive and directness, a nice touch and energy, a bit unpredictable. He seemed to be focusing on getting the ball close to the goal from wherever he was, it always felt like he might shoot or do something dangerous, even when he was deeper and he roamed with intent. It's that sort of free spirit we don't seem to have at the moment.

It's probably confidence.

A game that won't live long in the memory.

utmp
  

Saturday, October 3, 2020

Not Turton's fault - the Mighty vs Lincoln.

We should reject the German's proposals! 

There's something very reduced about the spectacle of the game in its current form. Empty stands and soulless auto tuned pop music echoing round them. None of the hum, buzz and tension of the real thing. A few weeks ago I was sulking as I couldn't take up my ticket for the trial game whilst reasoning that it wouldn't be long before crowds were back on a regular basis but now that seems like a flicker of sunlight in the dark clouds of CovidUK. 

It's all a bit grim innit? My job seems twice as hard as it used to given all the restrictions and I'm not allowed to do pretty much anything fun. I wonder to myself from time to time... 'Why am I working?' It's nice to pay the rent, but there's not all that much else to do. It all seems a bit like going through the motions. All of the effort and none of the reward. I wonder if that's how the players feel or not? Is it better to play without the merciless critique of a football crowd, or is it an empty feeling, knowing that victory won't bring any opportunity to back in the adulation of an adoring public?

Today's game feels like it might be a slog. Lincoln are coached by Michael Appleton, infamous for for staying a very short time at the seaside, drawing a few games and beginning the process of shaking the flair and elan out of Ollie's team that was ably continued by Ince, Clark and others. He reminds me of that Greek finance minister who was really famous for about 6 months a bit, for no other reason than he seems a bit intense and used to sport that 'not actually bald but bald' tough, well dressed look - I'm not sure if he's ever espoused openly Marxist ideals amidst a financial crisis in opposition to the dominant neo liberalism of the EU or not but these days, he wears his hair a little longer and seems to have relaxed a little about what seemed to be quite rigid footballing ideas in the little we saw of him at the seaside. 

We've got to keep it tight at the back etc....

I'm hoping the Goal Machine will start and Virtue will be fit enough to add a bit of bite, but the former is on the bench and the latter still nursing an injury nowhere to be seen. Things are almost 'as you were' with the only change being Notts dropped all together and James Husband in the centre alongside Big Marv. Our fancy new full backs are on the bench for the first time though, which might inspire Ollie Turton to a performance of Cafu-esque proportions. Or not. Time will tell. 

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The players emerge from the tunnel, squinting through driving rain. Lincoln are well on on top early on. A driven ball to their left wing puts Turton under pressure, and he can't stop the cross - only the wildness of the Lincoln forward's finish saves Pool from conceding an uncontested effort early on for the third half in a row. 

Turton (who I think has a good game, if not quite Cafu level, probably the most convincing of the back 4 and arguably, the most incisive passer in the side today) quickly redeems himself with good work to snuff out a cross from the right hand side and it's that interception that leads to Pool establishing a bit of rhythm. They keep Lincoln pinned back on the edge of their box for a few minutes, without really fashioning an effort, the most incisive moment a dangerous cross from, again, Turton 

A chance! Husband plays a nice ball to the edge of the box, Hamilton chests down and Yates belts it, a missile of an effort the swerves and cracks the base of the post. So close. That could have been a moment to change Yate's luck for the season. 

Yates then plays a lovely weighted pass for the marauding Hamilton whose near post ball is close to being turned in by Lubala.

Anderson goes through, cuts the ball back and Yates shins it wide. Pool are on top now. 

Lincoln play a terrible ball out and it's stolen by Yates who lays off to Hamilton who has work to do, but a little run, a stutter and a low shot is smashed home. 1-0! 

Pool are confident and put together a genuinely gorgeous move which is topped off by Mitchell being slipped in having run from nowhere and no one for Lincoln spotting him or the pass. That's probably as good as it gets for Pool (and it really was good for a while..)  

A raking early ball is brilliantly cut out by Husband. He's looked up to his task. 

Another raking ball from the left exposes Mitchell, not for the first time, he's out of place but his pace gets him back goalside... Their winger runs at him and Mitchell makes a challenge like a school kid faced with a better player. It's nailed on. The penalty is perfect, placed just inside the post. Maxwell does everything right but it sneaks beyond his fingertips into the side netting. 

The game gets a bit loose as first Lubala chases down a lost cause and seems to clean out a Lincoln man. Ref waves away Lincoln's shouts, just as he waves away Pool claims when Hamilton sprints into box and tumbles to the ground. The whistle does finally blow for a foul on Mitchell on the edge of the box but he can't beat the wall. 

Grant Ward plays a beautiful swirling ball that the full back misreads and gifts Lubala a heading chance. He stuns a header back across the six yard box, it's nice technique but not the right choice - surely you go for goal when you're free 8 yards out?  

Lincoln again get in behind Mitchell, a well timed diagonal pass releasing Johnson who this time leaves Demi trailing but his shot is tipped wide by Maxwell, saving the full back's positional blushes. 

As the half ends, it's Johnson again, tying Mitchell in knots, surging into the box, stepping over and sprinting at him, daring him to challenge, Mitchell doesn't take the dare on, but he doesn't offer any resistance at all either and it takes a smart interception from Husband at the near post to clear the danger. 

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Pool have had a few good spells but none of the forwards have really shone. James Husband has done really well. The quality of balls from the back have improved as a result of him being on the pitch. He's not Baresi, but he can put it more or less in an area. My favourite moment of the half is a beautifully timed sliding challenge just inside his own half where he takes the ball cleanly but also manages to send their man about 6 foot up in the air. He's pointing, talking, organising and has had a good 45.

Big Marvin has had a really odd half. His tackling is simply fantastic sometime. He times a challenge brilliantly and wins several one on ones where it looks as if he's got no chance. I haven't seen a player make tackling look so simple for ages. He also plays at least three really poor passes to no one and I'm just always in two minds about him. 

Demi Mitchell too has a curates egg of a half. He just doesn't look like a full back, seeming completely at sea against a decent wide man. Going forward, he looks great, full of purpose and drive and timing his runs well. 

Bez continues to offer more questions than answers. 

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Second half opens as if intent on proving my point about Mitchell. Within 30 seconds, he's completely misjudging a high ball and nearly letting Lincoln in, but then he's racing forward, stretching play and Lincoln's defence with exciting intent and no little skill. 

Lincoln have the first chance from a well delivered free kick. Their forward chucks himself at it, unchallenged as he flies through the air but his forehead only grazes it and we've got away with one. 

Hamilton pounces on a gap and a loose ball and runs right down the middle, advancing on the keeper before lifting the ball agonisingly the wrong side of the post. They've got away with one. 

A long ball from Turton has Hamilton against the full back at the line, clever work sees Yates in possession, who with back to goal flicks it beautifully, turns and curls it wide. 

Pool getting joy from Lincoln's left back, it's simple football that's looking our best outlet, Turton to Hamilton who runs at a player who doesn't seem to know how to deal with him. 

Bridcutt dinks a lovely ball, Husband glances away but Pool don't clear the second ball and it comes back across goal. Chris Maxwell can only palm away and they look set to pounce but for a tremendous tackle from Marvin, sliding full length and taking the ball away. 

Lincoln are dangerous going forward and Pool are slow to counter. Too often the ball just seems to get over run or we run out of options round the halfway line. 

Yates hold it up and lays it off, Mitchell bursts through and is hacked down. Garbutt (on for the again ineffective Lubala) claims the free kick. He measures his paces back, he stands, still as a statue as all around him arrange themselves and jostle, then he steps into the run up and... blasts it into wall. The bounce is kind and Pool can hoist it back into mixer where Yates swivels but again, fires wide. 

Grant Ward is loose with possession, once, twice, three times over running it or just picking the wrong pass. 

A sub. It's going to be Madine, to add a bit of presence, let us go more direct, cut out the need to work through midfield when we're clearly struggling a bit to do so... C'mon Gary, lad! but wait..... its..... Sarkic? ... For Grant Ward, surely.....

No. It's Sarkic for Yates. For Yates?? 

I'm baffled.

Yates hasn't finished brilliantly but he's been quite effective as a presence, hit the post and got 3 or 4 more efforts in. Why replace him at all, but if you must, why do it with a midfielder who hasn't played a game for 5 or 6 weeks? 

I'm really baffled. 

Lincoln play a lethal ball from the right, all across the box, causing all kinds of mayhem but Pool get away with it. 

Sarkic concedes possession on an unconvincing run to nowhere. I've nothing against this lad, but he looked completely hopeless up front against Blackburn, he's just not a striker... Lincoln pour forward, one touch, two touch, third touch sliding their man in and Maxwell is leaping to make a great stop. The ball isn't away and Lincoln drive it low and hard but again Maxwell sprawls and saves Pool. 

Then another sub. It'll be Kemp or Madine, surely? But it's not... Has MJ Williams got 'must come on, no matter what, in every game for no obvious reason' written into his contract?' It's Keshi off again. He's done OK, but not really had an effort in anger, the threat of pre season hasn't really been evident in real football. So, we're now playing with no striker and an extra defensive midfielder. Which isn't personally how I'd have thought you win a game at home in the last 15 minutes, but I'm not a football manager. 

Turton to Hamilton again, easily the most productive route of the half, and CJ wins a corner. Not for the first time, it's nodded easily away but only to Turton who swings it in, a nice curling delivery that's harder to clear, but Lincoln do, but again, not definitively. Grant Ward picks it up and crosses deep, and again it's away but this time it falls to Demi Mitchell who buries it and redeems himself from the earlier errors. 

2-1 Pool! 

What do I know about winning a game? Nothing! All is good again. Great subs! 

The imperious James Husband, our new centre half hero is doing a bit of tidying up at the back. "It's all a matter of time now, as they stream forward, we'll be able to pick them off... " I'm thinking that happy thought as I see that Husband has lost the ball, a horrible error under no great pressure, Lincoln bear down on goal, Husband slides in from behind and it's a penalty all day long and a red card offence all week. He's done pretty well, but that moment is as calamitous as any that's happened to us all season.

Perhaps he's a full back after all. Fuck's sake Pool. 

They score the penalty. 2-2

Sarkic is presented with a chance to run at the heart of their defence, a gap in front of him and the keeper off his line but he just ambles forward and lays a pointless pass to the side. He doesn't look like he's got any confidence at all. If only we had an actual striker on the bench who'd done well in his last two sub appearances eh? 

I can't really tell when the formation is. It seems like three at the back with Williams in front. Fuck knows really, because whatever it is, when Lincoln win a corner from (as last week by Nottingham) a completely needless touch from Ekpiteta, formations are irrelevant as we let them flick it on, then give their centre back time to chest it, then literally juggle the ball before smashing it home. Great stuff Pool. 2-3. 

The game ends with Lincoln snuffing everything out easily as we look completely broken. They look dangerous and I fear a fourth, but they settle for the 'running it into the corner' routine and we never threaten at all. 

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There was an argument against Gillingham that we suffered a bad ref who broke up play and a cynical, direct opposition who did the same. Today, we didn't have that excuse. Lincoln were decent, matched us in formation and there was no real sustained shithousery or cynical play. The ref let a few things go as refs will do, but he let the game flow and we can't complain in the slightest about either penalty. It was a really poor defensive display, but what concerns me more, is the timidity of our second half attitude.

We don't seem to be playing 'we'll score one more than you' football but we also don't seem to be able to defend. We looked laboured going forward at times and, yes, we had periods of passing and some nice moves, but outside of a good sustained spell in the mid part of the first half, it's difficult to say we were on top for very long. 

I'm not sticking the boot in to Critchley, because he's put together a lot of talent and we certainly could have scored more goals, but the story is the same for 3 of four weeks. Lots of effort and some nice build up play, but not enough threat up front. When you've got a player with significant Championship pedigree sat on the bench and the central striker prefers to play wide, why not give it a go? Maybe we'd turn some possession into clearer chances and then we could afford defensive errors. We can concede 2 if we score 3, but we don't seem to want to do that and I don't really understand why.  

I'm close to tweeting "Fuck off with 'false 9' shit. This is league 1!" when Sarkic comes on, but I decide that dignity is the better route. I'm not so sure at full time. Lincoln's work rate was good and their winger excellent, but the real difference was their dead ball delivery and the fact that in Bridcutt, they had a player with an incisive pass. We probably matched them in most areas, but they just looked more dangerous. We did less with more possession in other words. 

For all that crap telly football is shit, I was pissed off today that we neither had the guile nor discipline to convince at either end of the pitch. In simple terms, it seems we're not quite committed enough to attack, attack, attack, but not good enough at the back to hold and pounce. 

We'll sort it out. 

utmp

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