I have always had a curious relationship with Formula One. As a sport with considerable British interest and influence, my partisan interest is always likely to manifest itself in vitriolic opinion that is not just without sufficient mechanical knowledge to adequately contribute to debate,but is blinded by the "support the local lad" mentality that is often the pre-cursor to my sporting involvement. However, this partisanship can only sustain me for a finite period, and its effect is often mitigated by the explicit presence of technology in the sport. My perception of sport is rooted in an age that pre-dates my own existence, iconic sporting images to me are Terry Butcher gushing claret against Sweden or Brett Lee desolate at the end of an Ashes Test. My belief that sport is more about blood and sweat than nuts and bolts has lead to F1 receiving a biased screening. The first race of this F1 season in Australia this weekend has however, may yet be my catalyst for re-evaluation.
Jenson Button's start to finish win in Melbourne gave the newly-formed Brawn GP a winning debut and the entire weekend indicated that the entire texture of the F1 hierarchy may be about to change. Ferrari's double retirement, coupled with with McLaren's apparent lack of pace, lead to Brawn and Red Bull emerging as the new front-runners. The re-distribution of pace has been partly attributed to an increased standardization of the cars amid a wave of amendments aimed at encouraging competitive racing. The tentative erosion of this engrained technological reliance should place greater emphasis on driver ability and lead to a championship that finds the best driver, regardless of his vehicle. Whilst extricating driver performance completely out of the team outout is impossible, amplifying the human contribution over the reliance on data may well lead to a greater appreciation of driving styles. Indeed, such was the relative apathy to Lewis Hamilton's driving ability, Chris Hoy was annointed as BBC Sports Personality of the year and picked up a knighthood to boot.
Another refreshing aspect of the Antipidean curtain-raiser was the very emergence of Brawn GP. Rising from the Ashes of the Honda team, Ross Brawn and Sir Richard Branson have fashioned a team that is competitive, and with Button and Barichello, harnesses the best part of 25 years driving experience. The ability to travel from inception to ultimate glory in the space of three weeks is unique to Formula One. If a similar journey was to be made in football, it would take decades and umpteen millions.The fact that Formula One offers a conducive template to those with aspirations keeps alive the nature of fair play and competition that modern sport needs to thrive and retain an audience. Amidst all of these undoubted improvements, the FIA have to ensure that these aren't tempered by a littany of protest and counter-protests about floppy wings.So whilst I will still watch Champions League finals that will increasingly have habitual English presence, I resolve to remove my blinkered F1 spectacles and engage in the sporting contest likely to unfold throughout the season.
Sunday 29 March 2009
Sunday 22 March 2009
The silver lining for the Emerald Isle
Ireland first Grand Slam for 61 years was a welcome piece of good news on the Emerald Isle, and will hopefully be the spark of an upturn in fortunes for Europe's friendliest nation. The 12 months that have proceeded Ronan O' Gara's "ugly" drop-goal last night have tested the patience of even the happy-go-luck Irish.
Ireland's economy was once labelled a "Celtic Tiger" as their policy of slashing corporation tax encouraged multi-national companies to set up home on the banks of the Liffey leading to exponential economic growth.Indeed, Facebook is the latest American buck to be lured by the Irish mistress offering tax breaks. However, the Celtic Tiger is now looking increasingly toothless after being struck down by the double edged sword of a domestic housing crisis and a fundamental failure of the banking system. Indeed, Irish finance minister Brian Lenihan stated that Ireland was facing a worse recession than most countries in the world at a meeting in London last week. If UK ministers are successful in convincing the electorate that the recession is a problem from and and the fault of America, then surely Irish suits could utilize the same message, implicating the UK itself as culpuble middle man.
Not only is Ireland in times of recession, the spectre of sectarianism has reared its ugly head again after a happily dormant decade. The murders of 2 British soldiers and a member of the Police Service of Northen Ireland on consecutive days were a throw back to less progressive days and the universal condemnation that they were met with re-iterated the strength of the peace process rather than hinting at any potential crack.Indeed, that universal response appears to have strangled at birth any prospect of the image of a united Irish rugby team being used as an image to further an extreme Republican agenda, rather as a sign of unity in difficult times. I have written in a previous blog that sport is inextricably linked to politics and economics,but it can often be more of a buoyancy aid for national spirit rather than a solemn captain dedicated to going down with the ship.
Irish rugby's glorious spring of 2009 ,coupled with Giovanni Trappatoni's encouraging start as the Republic's manager could well be the tonic for a news agenda that has been as deflationary to morale as it has been to finances of our Celtic cousins. As the cracks in the infrastructure of the nation have appeared, the more traditional "craic" as been somewhat muted and the sooner this balance is redressed the better.
Ireland's economy was once labelled a "Celtic Tiger" as their policy of slashing corporation tax encouraged multi-national companies to set up home on the banks of the Liffey leading to exponential economic growth.Indeed, Facebook is the latest American buck to be lured by the Irish mistress offering tax breaks. However, the Celtic Tiger is now looking increasingly toothless after being struck down by the double edged sword of a domestic housing crisis and a fundamental failure of the banking system. Indeed, Irish finance minister Brian Lenihan stated that Ireland was facing a worse recession than most countries in the world at a meeting in London last week. If UK ministers are successful in convincing the electorate that the recession is a problem from and and the fault of America, then surely Irish suits could utilize the same message, implicating the UK itself as culpuble middle man.
Not only is Ireland in times of recession, the spectre of sectarianism has reared its ugly head again after a happily dormant decade. The murders of 2 British soldiers and a member of the Police Service of Northen Ireland on consecutive days were a throw back to less progressive days and the universal condemnation that they were met with re-iterated the strength of the peace process rather than hinting at any potential crack.Indeed, that universal response appears to have strangled at birth any prospect of the image of a united Irish rugby team being used as an image to further an extreme Republican agenda, rather as a sign of unity in difficult times. I have written in a previous blog that sport is inextricably linked to politics and economics,but it can often be more of a buoyancy aid for national spirit rather than a solemn captain dedicated to going down with the ship.
Irish rugby's glorious spring of 2009 ,coupled with Giovanni Trappatoni's encouraging start as the Republic's manager could well be the tonic for a news agenda that has been as deflationary to morale as it has been to finances of our Celtic cousins. As the cracks in the infrastructure of the nation have appeared, the more traditional "craic" as been somewhat muted and the sooner this balance is redressed the better.
Wednesday 18 March 2009
The big boys threaten to take their ball and go home
Two of the established " Big Four" or Sky Four as I like to refer to them as haven't exactly showered themselves in glory this week. Whilst Chelsea are beginning to resemble the unified and professional force of the Mourinho-era and Liverpool, perhaps belated, emphasised their domestic credentials at the Theatre of Dreams, it was the protagaonists from North London and Manchester that became particularly uppity.
After a humbling at Old Trafford that is still unlikely to hinder their trot to universal domestic glory, Sir Alex Ferguson decided to forgoe his media obligations and refuse an interview that Sky were enitely entitled to. His reasoning being that the midday kick-off had been put in place by Sky as part of their broadcasting contract. He neglected to mention that it was also a kick-off time advised my the police as it allowed less than 2 hours for Mancunians and Liverpudlians to fuel their simmering anymosity with their drink of choice. Matthew Syed wrote in yesterdays Times that Sir Alex would be well served to remember that the revenue from Sky is what has partly afforded him to affored expensive failures like Juan Sebastian Veron. Some argue that , as Syed eloquently puts it, that Ferguson runs Old Trafford like his own "personal fiefdom" and that being the most successful club manager of the past 22 years allows this personal folly. This appears to dodge the issue of contractual obligation and the two major candidates that have been touted to replace Ferguson, Messers Mourinho and O'Neill, are noted for their effortless charm with the media, even if the former can indulge in promiscious jousting on occasion.
The second event in a week littered with unsavoury behaviour, Cesc Fabregas stands accused of spitting at Hull City assistant manager Brian Horton. Whilst the FA are still to investigate, judement should be measured, yet the image of Fabregas , all hair gel and leather jacket, face contorted in rage at the end of a game where he didn't even break sweat , hardly endears him or his club to the armchair supporter.
If these clubs are to continue to syphon off long distance supporters from local clubs from Exeter to Elgin , surely a cordial, symmetrical relationship with the media is essential. In an age where the Premier League is descending into a two tier system, consisting of a four way race for the post running alongside 16 side dogfight to avoid the trapdoor, the top flight has to place entertainment at the centre of its argument for a "licence to operate". Key to this entertainment motif, is the presentation of favourable images upon which the empire of the Premiership been has built on. Sky and Setanta need Torres finishes & Ronaldo free-kicks not the censure and vitriol that has been on display in the past week. If the Sky Four underestimate the importance of their relationship with the media, it could over time lead to a more proportional representation of footballing partisanship across the country. This won't happen immediately, but if there is nobody to talk to the microphone, the next time the big boys come back with their ball having gone home in a huff, the game may have moved to another street
After a humbling at Old Trafford that is still unlikely to hinder their trot to universal domestic glory, Sir Alex Ferguson decided to forgoe his media obligations and refuse an interview that Sky were enitely entitled to. His reasoning being that the midday kick-off had been put in place by Sky as part of their broadcasting contract. He neglected to mention that it was also a kick-off time advised my the police as it allowed less than 2 hours for Mancunians and Liverpudlians to fuel their simmering anymosity with their drink of choice. Matthew Syed wrote in yesterdays Times that Sir Alex would be well served to remember that the revenue from Sky is what has partly afforded him to affored expensive failures like Juan Sebastian Veron. Some argue that , as Syed eloquently puts it, that Ferguson runs Old Trafford like his own "personal fiefdom" and that being the most successful club manager of the past 22 years allows this personal folly. This appears to dodge the issue of contractual obligation and the two major candidates that have been touted to replace Ferguson, Messers Mourinho and O'Neill, are noted for their effortless charm with the media, even if the former can indulge in promiscious jousting on occasion.
The second event in a week littered with unsavoury behaviour, Cesc Fabregas stands accused of spitting at Hull City assistant manager Brian Horton. Whilst the FA are still to investigate, judement should be measured, yet the image of Fabregas , all hair gel and leather jacket, face contorted in rage at the end of a game where he didn't even break sweat , hardly endears him or his club to the armchair supporter.
If these clubs are to continue to syphon off long distance supporters from local clubs from Exeter to Elgin , surely a cordial, symmetrical relationship with the media is essential. In an age where the Premier League is descending into a two tier system, consisting of a four way race for the post running alongside 16 side dogfight to avoid the trapdoor, the top flight has to place entertainment at the centre of its argument for a "licence to operate". Key to this entertainment motif, is the presentation of favourable images upon which the empire of the Premiership been has built on. Sky and Setanta need Torres finishes & Ronaldo free-kicks not the censure and vitriol that has been on display in the past week. If the Sky Four underestimate the importance of their relationship with the media, it could over time lead to a more proportional representation of footballing partisanship across the country. This won't happen immediately, but if there is nobody to talk to the microphone, the next time the big boys come back with their ball having gone home in a huff, the game may have moved to another street
Thursday 12 March 2009
Sehwag shows England the merits of the IPL playground
Virender Sehwag's swashbuckling innings in New Zealand was as much an indictment of English stroke-making conservatism as it was a celebration of the Indian tradition of providing talismanic batsman. As Sehwag was hitting a one-day century off 60 balls, including 92 from boundaries alone in his final total of 125, England were cursing their inability to make quick runs at pivotal moments in Test matches as the series in the Caribbean meandered to a predictable, anti-climatic ending.
As Andrew Strauss now has to galvanize his troops for a return home series against their latest conquerors, the intermitting period sees the first IPL fixtures to include Test playing Englishmen. Whilst players like Kevin Pietersen and Freddie Flintoff need no advice on explosive hitting, surely the more English players, especially batsmen, that get to open their shoudlers in the sub-Continental bonanza the better. England are limited to 7 participants this April due to how the auction went, considering how many English players may have been signed up had the ECB not limited their countrymen to a mere 3 week involvement is a curious yet futile consideration.
With Freddie's body looking increasingly like it might prematurely end his days as a genuine all rounder at Test level, only Matty Prior is left as a viable candidate to take up the reins when an English innings needs whipping through the gears. Most concerning however is the fact that of the 5 other English players signed up for the IPL, Collingwood, Bopara, Shah, Napier and Mascherenhas, 2 are nowhere near the Test side, whilst the other three (Colly, Shah and Bopara) actually have the propensity to swing the willow when the situation dictates.
All the while the hierarchy of the ECB sulk because the dollars found their way to India rather than Lords, and take out this tantrum through hindering English players ability to secure their futures and imporve their aggresive strokes, the Test side will stay flacid in fourth, when situations dictate a swift shift to sixth. The IPL is going to grow exponentially both in terms of respect within the game and the revenue sourced from outside it, and the longer the bulk of English players and officials are on the outside looking in at the party, the more chance there is that their tea will turn cold.
As Andrew Strauss now has to galvanize his troops for a return home series against their latest conquerors, the intermitting period sees the first IPL fixtures to include Test playing Englishmen. Whilst players like Kevin Pietersen and Freddie Flintoff need no advice on explosive hitting, surely the more English players, especially batsmen, that get to open their shoudlers in the sub-Continental bonanza the better. England are limited to 7 participants this April due to how the auction went, considering how many English players may have been signed up had the ECB not limited their countrymen to a mere 3 week involvement is a curious yet futile consideration.
With Freddie's body looking increasingly like it might prematurely end his days as a genuine all rounder at Test level, only Matty Prior is left as a viable candidate to take up the reins when an English innings needs whipping through the gears. Most concerning however is the fact that of the 5 other English players signed up for the IPL, Collingwood, Bopara, Shah, Napier and Mascherenhas, 2 are nowhere near the Test side, whilst the other three (Colly, Shah and Bopara) actually have the propensity to swing the willow when the situation dictates.
All the while the hierarchy of the ECB sulk because the dollars found their way to India rather than Lords, and take out this tantrum through hindering English players ability to secure their futures and imporve their aggresive strokes, the Test side will stay flacid in fourth, when situations dictate a swift shift to sixth. The IPL is going to grow exponentially both in terms of respect within the game and the revenue sourced from outside it, and the longer the bulk of English players and officials are on the outside looking in at the party, the more chance there is that their tea will turn cold.
Wednesday 11 March 2009
Do it on your doorstep........
Tonight, I had a traumatic yet entirely predictable experience. Languishing in mid-table, my beloved Crystal Palace took a two goal first half lead against Owen Coyle's well-drilled Cup giantkillers Burnley. Thirty-five minutes in and the Eagles are looking at soaring to the heady heights of 13th in the Championship.
Three goals in the last 9 minutes turned the table on the scoresheet and the mightly Eagles eventually went down 4-2. Palace are admittedley the least decorated on all of Burnley's capital scalps this year, but in the abscence of any sort of cup run, the loss of three points was still felt very keenly by this author. A lifetime supporting the pride of South London has taught me what most football fans know: this game is a cruel mistress. If you support Crystal Palace, she is a positive dominatrix.
Whilst in the depths of desolation, there is however a slither of comfort to be salvaged. Whilst I will never know the joy of my captain lifting the European Cup, I will have a continual sense of belonging that can only ever be obtained through supporting your local team. I could jack in my 23 years of Eagles fandom and jump on the commercial bandwagon of Liverpool, Chelsea or god forbid, Manchester United. But watching Gerrard or Lampard lift the Premiership over the head in celebration would be empty. Indeed, the very reason for my huge admiration of the Liverpool captain is his unwavering support of his hometown club in spite of the commercial cash cow that lies outside of Merseyside, not to say he isn't sufficiently renumerated at Anfield.
For me, there will always be something more fufilling in supporting perpetual local mediocrity than chasing premium habitual success. I was born in South London, a mile from Selhurst Park and my strong identification with the local area prohibits me from cashing in the chips at the Premiership casino. This loyalty, however blind, gratifys me more that any transcient success and at the same time condemns me to a lifetime of evenings of dissapointment like this!
Three goals in the last 9 minutes turned the table on the scoresheet and the mightly Eagles eventually went down 4-2. Palace are admittedley the least decorated on all of Burnley's capital scalps this year, but in the abscence of any sort of cup run, the loss of three points was still felt very keenly by this author. A lifetime supporting the pride of South London has taught me what most football fans know: this game is a cruel mistress. If you support Crystal Palace, she is a positive dominatrix.
Whilst in the depths of desolation, there is however a slither of comfort to be salvaged. Whilst I will never know the joy of my captain lifting the European Cup, I will have a continual sense of belonging that can only ever be obtained through supporting your local team. I could jack in my 23 years of Eagles fandom and jump on the commercial bandwagon of Liverpool, Chelsea or god forbid, Manchester United. But watching Gerrard or Lampard lift the Premiership over the head in celebration would be empty. Indeed, the very reason for my huge admiration of the Liverpool captain is his unwavering support of his hometown club in spite of the commercial cash cow that lies outside of Merseyside, not to say he isn't sufficiently renumerated at Anfield.
For me, there will always be something more fufilling in supporting perpetual local mediocrity than chasing premium habitual success. I was born in South London, a mile from Selhurst Park and my strong identification with the local area prohibits me from cashing in the chips at the Premiership casino. This loyalty, however blind, gratifys me more that any transcient success and at the same time condemns me to a lifetime of evenings of dissapointment like this!
Sunday 8 March 2009
BAPR does Comic Relief 2009
This is a viral that I and fellow BAPR students at Bournemouth created to raise awarness of Comic Relief around the campus. Take a look and pass it on if it raises a smile.
Friday 6 March 2009
The "quantitative easing" of sports little guys
So, Mervyn King has decided that the only forseeable way out of the current economic whirlpool is "quantitative easing" or to the man in the street, creating money that will hopefully filter through to the butchers , bakers and candlestick makers that are feeling the pinch up and down the country. It is hoped that this will eventually solve the cash-flow problems that are seeing these small businesses go to the wall.
This got me thinking about sporting economics and how sporting small businesses had their own recession, or indeed depression that outlived the curent credit cruch. Finance in sport bears more similarities to the distribution of wealth in broader society than many care to notice. Chelsea and Liverpool are two football clubs in precarious financial territory, with the West Londoners' losses only offset by their Russian oligarch, whilst Liverpools quibbling American owners only manage to service the debt that they have accrued in the club's famous name. However, that self-same famous name ensures that these global brands of football clubs will always have a revenue stream, if only by reputation, to see them through rocky terrain.
For every critic of foreign ownership of football clubs, even brand ownership is no guarantee of security as evidenced by the near-loss of the Honda F1 team before they were brought back from the brink and given the self-indulgent Brawn GP moniker.
So whilst the Liverpools and Hondas of the world may resemble RBS and HBOS in living beyond their means, what of the small sporting businesses that having their "quantity eased" in the current climate. Weymouth Town were on the wrong side of a 9-0 defeat to Rushden & Diamonds 2 weeks ago having had to field a youth team having not been able to pay their first team squad. Long before Honda decided they couldn't afford to back their own team, their retraction of financial assistance to Super Aguri again saw the little guy take the hit. So, if the government is putting pressure on the banks to pass on fiscal stimulus, in a hyper-stimulated sporting economy, who looks out for the small businesses? Grass-roots sport is the liveblood coarsing through the country's veins and often acts as a mitigator of the apathy oten directed toward the ostentatious golden gates of elite sport. Whilst Premier League football and Formula 1 can ride the crest of a wave to commercial nirvana, more and more sporting plankton will be swallowed by the sharks with Darlington FC the latest club to head into the choppy waters of administration. As ministers around the world are advocating a move toward "ethical capitalism", why aren't such ideas being conveyed to the sporting community? It's almost as though they don't see it as "their" problem. It is every bit there problem and the disparity in revenue distribution in sport existed well before the current recession and is equally likely to outlast it.
Economists argue on how, when or if the recession will hit sport and in the process, are perpetuating the misguided notion that sport is somehow immune to its wider social context. Tuesday's shocking attack on the Sri Lankan cricket team was evidence that sport and politics are inextricably linked and basic economics is surely an equally large millstone around the broad shoulders of our sporting culture.
This got me thinking about sporting economics and how sporting small businesses had their own recession, or indeed depression that outlived the curent credit cruch. Finance in sport bears more similarities to the distribution of wealth in broader society than many care to notice. Chelsea and Liverpool are two football clubs in precarious financial territory, with the West Londoners' losses only offset by their Russian oligarch, whilst Liverpools quibbling American owners only manage to service the debt that they have accrued in the club's famous name. However, that self-same famous name ensures that these global brands of football clubs will always have a revenue stream, if only by reputation, to see them through rocky terrain.
For every critic of foreign ownership of football clubs, even brand ownership is no guarantee of security as evidenced by the near-loss of the Honda F1 team before they were brought back from the brink and given the self-indulgent Brawn GP moniker.
So whilst the Liverpools and Hondas of the world may resemble RBS and HBOS in living beyond their means, what of the small sporting businesses that having their "quantity eased" in the current climate. Weymouth Town were on the wrong side of a 9-0 defeat to Rushden & Diamonds 2 weeks ago having had to field a youth team having not been able to pay their first team squad. Long before Honda decided they couldn't afford to back their own team, their retraction of financial assistance to Super Aguri again saw the little guy take the hit. So, if the government is putting pressure on the banks to pass on fiscal stimulus, in a hyper-stimulated sporting economy, who looks out for the small businesses? Grass-roots sport is the liveblood coarsing through the country's veins and often acts as a mitigator of the apathy oten directed toward the ostentatious golden gates of elite sport. Whilst Premier League football and Formula 1 can ride the crest of a wave to commercial nirvana, more and more sporting plankton will be swallowed by the sharks with Darlington FC the latest club to head into the choppy waters of administration. As ministers around the world are advocating a move toward "ethical capitalism", why aren't such ideas being conveyed to the sporting community? It's almost as though they don't see it as "their" problem. It is every bit there problem and the disparity in revenue distribution in sport existed well before the current recession and is equally likely to outlast it.
Economists argue on how, when or if the recession will hit sport and in the process, are perpetuating the misguided notion that sport is somehow immune to its wider social context. Tuesday's shocking attack on the Sri Lankan cricket team was evidence that sport and politics are inextricably linked and basic economics is surely an equally large millstone around the broad shoulders of our sporting culture.
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