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#oneaday 2: Time Bandits

So I have signed up to the #oneaday project, thus meaning that I will have a monkey on my back forcing me to write a  blog post each and every day in 2011. Already I am late. Late to sign up (late on the evening of New Year’s Day) and only got my first posting in today, which ended up being a rambling mess yet again focused on the woes of our national sport, Association Football or soccer, depending on how you refer to it.

So this is post #2 of 2011 and I thought I would give some context to my love of computer and video games, or more specifically for the industry that is computer and video games, now broadening into interactive entertainment and beyond. I onne of my day jobs, I work with some very talented people ( I work with talented people in all my jobs, ahem) who are responsible for running the UK, or sometimes a bigger clutch of  ‘territories’,  of many of the world’s finest computer and video games companies. I have worked within this group on a purely voluntary basis without any sort of financial reward  for 10 years now  and I must say I have loved every single day of it. I reckon I put in a day or two a week for this organisation and cause, so it adds up to about 500 days work thus far. That feels like a lot, yet does not really seem to add up. I mean 500 days??? What did we do and where did the time go?

In short, this job revolves around a good deal of politics, dealing with politicians and those who serve them. Trying to define this task I would say it is sort of   ‘dealing with industry needs within a political context and ensuring proper representation and understanding of what we do amongst those who are chosen to govern us’. Snappy eh? Even the definition is clumsy and rambling, which kind of gives you a clue as to the monumental task we all face. Basically, the computer and video games industry makes games (and more) that millions of UK citizens, buy, borrow, rent (legally or otherwise)  and above all enjoy. But just like other creative industries before us, such as film, TV and recorded music, we just don’t get taken that seriously. Time and time again we are seen to be facile  by the media and government alike. We have been and to some extent, still are, a great British success story. We combine art and science in a pretty unique way and welcome scholars of English, design, graphics, music, physics and mathematics equally. In a ever more globalised and competitive market place, our elected leaders are flapping around wondering what Britain (or the UK depending on what moniker you prefer) will do for a  living as we head into a new decade.

Fascination with financial services seemed to have infected and  influenced policy in the last 20 years, indeed much of our best mathematical and scientific talent were recruited by the investment banking industry to the detriment of our engineering, software, technical and creative industries. The whole rotten game proved to have a fatal bug a couple of years back, and there was much talk of diversification spouted by the poiticians of all colours and ideologies. Indeed the investment banking industry bore a quirky little sideline in the noughties, one which many of us never really understood. Hedge funds. I remember thinking that these companies seemed to relish and profit from failure. Failure of other companies, currencies, commodities and in some cases nation states. Indeed some of us would question if  this industry was creative at all or simply destructive. It felt like the global financial crisis of 2008 was the wake up call for the capitalist world. At last those that governed started to talk about the creative industries with some passion.

But the allure of the filthy lucre seems to have prevailed yet again. Just as the endemic and short term greed present within some parts of the financial services industry, was outed, we seemeed to have lurched back into that dark, smelly place. Arts funding is slashed, tax breaks for the video games industry were withdrawn without a shot being fired either way and now we have to start all over again and figure out how and if the UK is a good place to make interactive entertainmen, after all it seems to be a place that loves to consume it.

Sometimes you forget the treacle. It is sweet , dark, uber rich and above all prevents you moving very  fast anywhere. No wonder that this treacle can kill. It killed at least 500 days of my life and counting.

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#oneaday 1: The decline of auotcracy, in the national interest…?

 Given the generally depressed outlook all the way back in dark old days of 2010, I would like to think that 2011 would be a year where things started to get a little bit  better? On a personal front 2010 was as good as any year, but as a West Ham and England supporter it was absolutely dire. Mind you, if you are a Chelsea or a Liverpool supporter, it has also been pretty dire and in Chelsea’s case this is a major change in fortunes twelve months on.  A bright start to the year for the England national team soon faded and hopes of glory ended in a seedy and bloated fashion in South Africa.  Money it seems, can’t buy you love, or indeed sustained success and certainly not the right to host a World Cup.   However, behind the easy headlines though perhaps we are getting a glimpse of a different and possibly a better way of getting collective success. 

2011 saw the slow but significant decline of the’ autocracy’. Gordon Brown, a famed autocrat, led the way in politics by losing an election, all be it narrowly, to a couple of jolly decent chaps who days before were at each other’s throats but seemingly had no choice but to bury their hatchets and work together ‘in the national interest’. We hailed the ‘New Politics’ and even the most cynical of commentators have had to admit that coalition politics is a reality which will be with us for some time, who knows may be for the next 4 1/2 years. We have already seen the compromises and ‘breaking of promises’, but that surely is a sign that change is upon us and one party ideology over another is surely too 20th century. In any case, good or bad it is a change and change can be as a good as a rest.

Moving sideways into sport and specifically football, we have seen the cracks appearing at the top, namely at Liverpool, Chelsea and to some extent at Manchester United. The debacle at Anfield has been a long time coming, but it has torn a once invicible and hugely proud club apart at the seams. A couple of ‘no nothing (about football) ‘ Americans – Gillette and Hicks –  basically borrowed unfeasible amounts of cash to buy a ‘business opportunity’ which they could not resist. The rest is history, except that history is still being written – Americans still own the club, all be it different ones, and Roy Hodgson, the critics’ chocie to replace Capello post South Africa, is on the thinest of thin ice, after only 5 months. The fans are calling for control.

Over at Old Trafford, the fans have been vocal ever since Mr Glazer and his sons and/or brothers took over, again leveraging the cash  debt against the assets of the club. Only Alec Ferguson could steady the ship, bringing an errant Rooney to heel and deliver continued success, seemingly. What will happen when Sir Alex eventually decides to press his stopwatch for the last time?  Again the fans are calling for control, via various business consortia.

However, the biggest  surprise has been in the softie South, in West London, the home of millionaires, billionaires and those who govern us. Chelsea. The absolute reign of Roman Abramovic rolls on,  but the cracks are starting to appear and the water is flooding into the ship. The Mighty Roman is almost like a latter day Captain Smith on the bridge of the Titanic. Chelsea, the unsinkable machine, have hit an iceberg and now need to change course, and make repairs fast. Ray Wilkins was sacked and no one knew why. Ancelotti is living by a thread and their players, used to winning, are getting older and their ambition is blunted. The murmurs from the fans have started and if the bad run continues, those whispers become taunts, which become boos, which become protest and leads to a boycott. The Roman is under pressure and you have to wonder how he will deal with it, given his meteoric rise to fortune and lack of experience in the ‘old’ country. I personally think that he will simply fire and forget, but time will be my judge, and those Chelsea fans may well be demanding control before 2011 is too much older.

So these autocratic club owners may be facing up to the reality of managing people, highly paid ones, who just don’t follow the script. Who knows if there will be more fan democracy at play in 2011, I personally hope so, but what other country allows their prize business assets to be sold to anyone who raises the money? After all, this was the year that Cadbury’s was sold to Kraft and promises made pre-sale, were soon broken once the paperwork had gone through. We operate in a free market, and it allegedly produces the best ‘product’, the dear old Premier League is the best in the world, we are told,  but in the national interest? From the England football team’s perspective, that will never happen.

Meanwhile over in Geneva, one autocratic organisation that is totally self interested and is not showing any signs of changing  soon has announced that they are setting up an anti corruption committee.  FIFA and corruption are words that seem to travel all over the world together on expenses. Let’s see how this one develops in 2011.

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Motivation is what you need….

As a long suffering Hammer, one who actually parts with the thick end of two grand a season for the right for two of us to witness the best and worst of the Premier League, I get an email every Monday from West Ham. The wonders of the internet eh?

This is what arrived in my inbox today, and from the words, it really does not look like a ghost written piece on behalf of Avram….have a read and you may agree that Avram’s hand is here.

Dear Andrew

Once again I must hail your fantastic support at our away fixture against Arsenal at the weekend. Many things were very positive at Arsenal. The fighting spirit was good and the players can be proud of the way they played against a very good team.

No one is happy with our position, but at this stage of the season, one win can make the picture look so much different. We are only in November and we know we can do it with the matches we have coming up.

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We have a long way to go. We will pick out the many positives, work hard in training this week and I know we will take points. We had a tough game in midweek but we deserved to win and even though some players played extra time and some were just coming back from injury, they kept going.

I am pleased with their effort. It was just unfortunate there was no time to respond. We tried but from their point of view they scored in the perfect moment. Arsenal are a very good team but we did a very good job tactically.

The difference between us winning games is very small thing. We are doing all the right things. The next couple of months are very important for us and I am encouraged by the performances. It would be different if we were not playing well.

I have watched Arsenal in many games and I think they created fewer chances than usual in this game. We have defended well and to lose in the last minute it is very disappointing.

After a game against a very good team, we can take a lot of positive things from this match and also the Carling Cup win last week against Stoke City. We are not in a situation that we cannot change. We will win games, we deserve to win games and we will try to do that at Birmingham next Saturday.

We are in a good situation in terms of our performances and I really believe we can do it. We have fighting spirit. It was a heroic performance on Saturday and it bodes well for the future.

Thanks again for your support,

Avram Grant

 

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Secrets and Lies

Boy has my head been spinning for the last week or so. As always with ideas, just like Flick in Bug’s Life, my head is always full of them, but my moral compass has been under attack from polar energy.

I flew back from Edinburgh two Fridays ago in order to go to Lords for the England vs Pakistan Test Match. My life is just not right if I don’t get at least one visit to HQ in each and every season. I have not missed the Lords Test since I first started attending in 1975 and it was with some excitement that I went along to St John’s Wood. My very good friend, Rob, was taking his oldest son, Robson, for his very first Test. What a lucky boy, at 9 years old being taken to Lords by your dad. Apparently he had been so excited about this trip for weeks, that he had had trouble sleeping! I think Rob was pretty excited too.

Kirsty and I were late as my flight was delayed, and by the time we got in, England had lost 4 quick wickets and were on 54-5. Poor old Robson, his first morning at Lords and England had not done themselves proud. Mind you, down the years I have seen plenty of batting collapses, given the dominance of the West Indies in the late seventies and all the way through the eighties, and then the re-emergence of Australia from’89 onwards. Much like following our national football team, you have to have lows, plenty of them, to enjoy the highs. It’s a life sentence!

The second hour of the morning went off without issue with Prior and Trott bringing up the hundred before lunch. Other good friends were also in the ground, Simon, Olly, Jason, Keith, Gus, Tom and Doron so lunch was always going to be fluid. Robson was desperate to either get to the Lord’s Shop or get back to the game, but handled himself well and his patience was rewarded. But we missed 2 English wickets after lunch, and now with Broad and Trott at the wicket we were hoping for 150. The rest, as they say is history as a series of records were broken and the two batsmen amassed a 300 partnership. Quite simply amazing, emotional and uplifting. Besides it took out attention away from the merciless pigeon bombing that was going on in the skies above us.

Those pigeons soon cleared the seats around us, with the poor chap sat in front bombed three times before he called it a day. The upshot of all this was as we left, one of the gentlemen who had stayed his ground thanked Kirsty for talking to his 16 year old son and making him feel welcome. What a magnificent game cricket is and all those who support it. Or so I thought.

The rest for the moment is history. A News of the World ‘sting’ exposed possible spot betting fraud from 4 Pakistani players. England’s magnificent win and particularly Broad and Trott’s incredible stand had the gloss somewhat sanded off by this smear. The mood at Lord’s on Sunday morning seemed very black and all commentators felt a sense of sadness and anger.

A few days later the Red Tops did it again and ‘exposed’ Wayne Rooney’s extra marital daliances. All in the public interest you understand. All professional sport seems to have been spoilt by money. And the jealousy rife amongst the press merely exacerbates the situation. Dear old Mr Capello’s £6m per year wages seem to be the key to most of the ire from the media, I say that only because it is mentioned everytime he is mentioned. The members of the media have always seen themselves as kingmakers, guardians of the little secrets and lies that make their publications so irresistable. Witness this last week. The England football team had two convincing performances admittedly against weaker opposition this week, but nevertheless scored 7 and conceded 1. The media were not that noisy about the victories, and nor should they be, but imagine the deluge of abuse that would have come Fabio’s way if we had drawn both games? Indeed you don’t have to imagine too hard, just look at the abuse he got in the run up to the games. Out of order. The exposure of the potential Pakistani cheating will be a good thing for cricket, if it turns out to be based on fact and truth and the early signs are that it is, but if it is actually poppycock, well that will not be such a good thing.

If we could clear our national DNA of one thing, it wouldn’t be the cult of celebrity it would be the fascination with idle gossip fuelled by an underlying, dark, deep rooted envy. If those elements of the media were to concentrate on the facts, then our sporting world would be a little more, well, sporting. The days whereby the media were privileged to the inner sanctum of the sporting world are coming to an end. Information is free and secrets can no longer be secrets. Lies are always lies, but the age of truth is upon us. Let’s hope that leads to more honesty and better sport.

Meanwhile, I am off to see my beloved Hammers (Avram Grant or otherwise) take on the mighty Chelsea. Let’s just hope we get a break and can surprise a few people.

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Same meat, same gravy

So here we go. 1 week into the new Premier League season and already it’s all happening but nothing is changing. The events are not really for the better, at least from my perspective. Aside from Blackpool’s unexpected and invaluable 3 points by way of the thrashing of Wigan, everything else was pretty predictable. That included the capitulation of West Ham at Villa, not for the first time I may add. All the bullish talk about a new era under Avram Grant from the West Ham Diddymen, turned out to be hot air. I did not go to the game, I did not listen to it, I did not even read about it. All I did was watch the 8 minutes of highlights on Match of the Day, one of the best lifestyle ‘Apps’ available on TV.

It just saves so much time. When I saw the teamsheet before the game, I knew it was all over. Had I paid good money and invested more of my life travelling to the game, I would have puked up on my Pukka Pie when I saw those four horrible words. ‘Boa, Morte, Faubert, Kovac’. Three ex internationals who have had, let’s say, their best days. Probably in Boa Morte and Faubert’s case when they were back home at summer camp. Avram, bless him, impressed us all when he decided to use Faubert as an ‘attacker, playing on the right wing’. Eureka, he must have read Curbishley’s hand over notes to Zola, given this bloke was bought for £6m as a winger who had played for France, but no one including Curbishley, at the club had ever seen him play. Indeed Arsene Wenger had advised him not to join West Ham, ‘for the benefit of his career’. Arsene has done his share of bollocks talk down the years, but I really wish his advice had been heeded on this occasion. For all of us.

What is it with these managers who pick the same rubbish players week in, week out? What are they watching? Are they all stupid? Clearly not. Zola was a footballer and could be a good coach one day. Surely he must have seen that Boa Morte and Faubert are simply not good enough. There is not a West Ham fan I know who thinks either have anything to contribute. Is it a case of the club, consciously or otherwise thinking ‘we are playing Luis 60k a week, we must get some value from him?’ is that the real reason? When money was loose, under our brief and damaging Icelandic Age, it was wasted. We are still paying the price for that approach. But fundamentally is it not the time for the football business models to change? What other (so called) profession or career indulges their people on 2 or 3 or 4 year contracts, effectively binding in players and clubs to a financial agreement that does not work for the club or the supporters who finance all of this. Before I get slated for this, it is my belief that supporters, active or otherwise support the whole business, even if it is through their expensive Sky TV packages. The days of the paying supporters funding clubs at the top level are well over, not that this made any real difference, but the pursuit of money by all involved has now incurred lasting damage on the game.

The Blackpool chairman Owen Oyston has resigned this week. Is that good or bad for Blackpool? I have no idea, but he has cited the frustration with the Premier League system. Agents are not known for their honesty, and what ever you think of Oyston, maybe he just does not fancy a season which ultimately will end in tears, just the way it did over at Turf Moor. The temptation to break the £10,000 a week ( ie £520,000 per year) wage ceiling must be strong, but he and everyone else knows that money will not guarantee success indeed it will only ever end up in tears.

Over at Citeh, the Arabs in charge have allegedly shelled out £26m on James Milner. To sweeten the deal with managerless Villa, Stephen Ireland has been sent the other way. Everytime I have seen Ireland play he has looked good. Citeh’s loss will be Villa’s gain. Ireland has cited ‘too many Citeh youth team players sauntering around the club with ten grand watches on their wrists, acting like they have played 200 Premier League games already’ as an indication of the effect of too much money. He is right. In all forms of life, unless you are a little hungry, things don’t happen. Too much money makes it too easy. You only have too look at what has happened at Realtime Worlds and APB in the games industry this week. £100 million spent and…..

Ranting? Yes. I started writing this on my way to West Ham and it gives me no pleasure to report that West Ham have shipped another 3 goals. Avram has continued to demonstrate that he has absolutely no idea how to manage a team, although he did at least drop Boa Morte and Kovac. But Faubert was moved to full back, the rest will be committed to the Rothmans Yearbook, or whatever it is called nowadays. Meantime Blackpool shipped 6 and Chelsea delivered 6 against hapless Wigan. I am sure Martinez will be sacked by the end of next week by way of retribution. Nothing changes.

It’s a mess and most people know it. I have many Man City mates and despite the hope, they all know that it will end in tears. Indeed they all know that deep down the failure does not kill you. The hope does.

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Money, honey, money

Saturday August 14th 2010

At home last weekend we had a problem. Put simply we had been
invaded, or more precisely, our bees had been invaded. Fear not, I am not yet so into bees that I have invested in hives, bellows and an all in one
beekeeper’s suit, but watch this space. No, 1 of the 2 naturally occurring bee hives in our house had been taken over by the world’s most useless and annoying insect, the wasp. As the sun came up the pesky wasps woke up and therefore so did we. The wasps made a bee-line (excuse the pun) for the window which is above our head, giving us the feeling that we were under attack. Worse than that, wasps seem incapable of actually following a simple lead. You open the window to let them get out and they keep banging against the closed part of the window. Why? Who knows, but such is their desperation to ‘go to the light’, they seem incapable of working out a route to escape and live, instead they kill themselves either from continually trying to break through the window or simply die through exhaustion. All in all, their instinct seems to be a major fail. They never seem to learn where the way out or forward is before they die.

When I heard the makeup of Mr Capello’s first squad since the debacle that was World Cup 2010, I was a little disappointed if I am honest. The mass clear out that I wanted had not happened, indeed some who had been cut were a little unlucky, Peter Crouch for one. My instinct would have be to retain Gerrard, Hart, Dawson, Milner, and Rooney and dump off the rest of them. Seeing Paul Robinson back as well as Wes Brown was confusing. It was therefore kind of both players to let everyone know that they had actually decided to retire from international football after all and would not be troubling the kit man. The mainstream media did their best to stoke up the debate, questioning why Mr Capello had not known that these two charges were not actually available. No change there then from the jolly old English media. Despite all of this, I decided that I would attend the game on Wednesday, as much as to see what sort of reception England would get as anything else, and to be present at the beginning of yet another new start.

Via Facebook I asked if anyone had a spare ticket and duly the lovely Barry Hatch got in touch and obliged. I decided to get to Wembley nice and early for once and avoid the pub. Barry had tickets for ‘Club Wembley’ which were very pleasant indeed. Comfortable seats, a modern bar come eating area and an atmosphere of civility. All ‘thoroughly modern’ football. I did notice that one of the rules of entry was that ‘no club colours were to be worn’. That rule obviously does not apply to ‘Club England’ but it did strike me as somewhat ridiculous, however as someone who never bothers with such things, it really doesn’t both me, even though my Kaizer Chiefs tracksuit probably broke the rule. Indeed, back in the ’80’s we would have loved that rule by the way, as no one actually wore club colours. A quick glance through the programme, which is included in the Club Wembley experience incidentally, only revealed that the FA are seemingly more desperate than West Ham, citing victory in Le Tournoi de France as one of England’s honours (a round robin friendly in which England beat France and Italy but lost, as usual, to Brazil).

The atmosphere 'early doors' was different

 

The atmosphere was pretty muted, but the FA had got one thing right. Tickets had been put on sale on the day and were £20 for adults and £10 for kids. The free market does rather suggest that the pricing policy, especially for friendlies needs drastic downward revision. As it turned out a crowd of over 72,000, including 1,000 from the services as guests, showed up to welcome the new boys and show the old boys exactly what they felt about the World Cup campaign. The thing is, us English don’t really know how to turn against our team. We are just too loyal, too supportive, maybe just too nice. If this had been Italy or France, I am sure the ‘welcome’ would have been a little more ’emotional’. There was a fair bit of booing pre-match, especially for messrs Terry, Cole A, Lampard, Rooney and Gerrard, much to the chagrin of the lad sitting in front of me with his England shirt on, who’s name must have been Terry. But as soon as the flags came out, borne by members of HM Forces (that was both a smart and a good move by the FA), the thousands gathered generally got behind the team. It was only as the half went on and the game descended into dreariness that the crowd expressed their displeasure and that is to be expected. Highlights? Very few really. Capello must have taken solace that Theo Walcott had not made the cut in May because he is clearly incapable of actually crossing or passing the ball when in possession. Indeed when I watched the highlights when I got home late, Gareth Southgate uttered the classic ‘Theo is an instinctive player, and when he has to think about it, it goes wrong’. If ever there was a more damning verdict on a footballer, I have not heard it. A further worry, or perhaps clue, for Capello is that Frank Lampard simply cannot play in the same position or team as Gerrard. Indeed Gerrard was playing in his preferred forward midfield role, with Rooney on his own up front. Something both players clearly relished. Meanwhile Lampard shuffled around in midfield doing very little and worse still looking like he could do very little in terms of adding value to the game. At Chelsea (and West Ham before them) he is sublime, magisterial, dominant and key to their success. For England he must accept that he is the bench warmer for Gerrard pure and simple. Adam Johnson flattered to deceive, managing to sky a nailed on chance, but my Man City and Middlesbrough mates tell me he is a good player, so I believe them.

Second half was better. Kieran Gibbs teamed up with Ashley Young on the left and we looked better. Bobby Zamora, who I love, but really is not top class. Then again who is, at least Bobby showed he cared and was prepared to try much like the dear departed Peter Crouch. As a friend said to me the next day, ‘maybe having a player who does value the honour of playing for his country is what you (for he is a Scot) need’. Amusingly I did say to Barry sitting next to me, that Zamora is a player who will miss the easy chances, but score absolute belters. Blow me, he almost made that prediction come true with his take on the chest, turn and left foot volley which shaved the bar. As the cliché goes, ‘if he was Brazilian, we would be talking about him for weeks’.

barry and Lee. Manchester City meest Sheffield Wednesday

Controversial moment of England’s night was of course Rooney’s substitution. Clearly not fit or at his best, he had a quiet game, but I genuinely believe the fans like to see him play. Whilst he is on the pitch, things can happen. So when he was substituted the fans booed, not him, but the fact that he was coming off. Rooney’s ‘Royal Wave’ gesture did not help, but a huge round of applause went up as he got closer to the touchline, Again on the highlights ITV decided to focus on one bovine fan booing Rooney, rather than the majority clapping him. Whoever that director was should take a look at him or herself and ask were they actually doing the right thing?

Goals – yes three. 2 great, 1 not actually a goal. The 2 Gerrard scored we Liverpool class. That must be a good sign! But the result was secondary. Gerrard rebuilt his reputation and looks like the skipper we need. Take note number 6, your time is definitely up. Did Capello insult David Beckham by ‘calling time on his international career’?. No. He was telling the truth, answering the question, simply stating that Beckham is probably a little too old now.

I thought it was World Cup '02 all over again

Biggest lesson not learned on the night? Chucking money at a problem will not help. If anyone has been to Wembley for a night game, you will almost certainly have experienced the nonsense congestion and tedious queuing that you have to endure to get back on the public transport system. Despite the FA spending £750,000,000 they did not have, the experience is absolutely shocking. Without a proper review of the infrastructure supporting the National Football Stadium, we have chaos. A few new purple lights at Wembley Stadium station, an underpass at Wembley Park plus a ‘one way system’ at Wembley Central do not make for improvements that are meaningful. The site is still a morass of confusion, half light industrial, half wasteland. Money alone does not solve the problem, indeed money can cause problems. The FA are now unable to make decisions because of financial constraints caused by project Wembley and fans are saddled with high admission charges for matches. The need to monetise the stadium to be ‘all purpose events arena’ has led to pitch quality problems which are well documented. The players who have been playing for England do not see this as the pinnacle of their career, that lies elsewhere, probably over in The Champions League. Too much money has coloured judgement. Players, clubs, agents, the FA and the media have formed that bee-line and headed for the light. Trouble is, the pursuit of money at all costs, has left the once beloved game a tad tarnished. Maybe in this new age of austerity, we will see players who do want to graft and do consider it an honour to play for their country, whether it is England or otherwise, come through and show us that they care as much as we do.

But take note. As The Premiership prepares to open today and with the latest set of obscene spending showing no signs of receding, especially down Manchester way, we may need to seek players who ply their trade outside of that arena or maybe from the lower echelons of the Priemership, if we are to get back to some basics. Zamora aside, we can but hope.

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Home Grown?

So the Premier League’s new squad cap rules come into play this season and the headlines make for good reading if you are an England fan, or indeed Scotland, Northern Ireland or Wales.  A lovely little phrase is present with the Premier League’s wording, one to lure us all and make us feel like the game is no longer being commercialised and raped beyond all levels of decency. That phrase is ‘home grown players’. It feels like the equivalent of John Major’s ‘warm beer and evensong’ doesn’t it? I bet some big hitting lawyers have earned some big hitting fees definining that innocuous and friendly sounding phrase. Far from it being a reference to illicitly made, but generally harmless narcotics, it seems like it has been selected to appease and encourage all football supporters who fear for the future of a game geared soley around a club’s ability to pay for talent.

The wording of the rule is interesting:-

Every Premier League club has a squad of 25 and that number is capped. Of these 25,  8 must be ‘home grown’. Sounds great doesn’t it? But what is the definition of ‘home grown’. Well that is simple enough. A ‘home grown’ player is ‘one irrespective of age or nationality, who has been registered with any club affiliated to the Football Association or Foootball Association of Wales for a period continuous or not of 3 entire seasons or 36 months prior to his 21st birthday or the end of the season in which he turns 21′. Does it remind you of the rules attached to meat classification – reared n the EU but slaughtered in the UK’. Clubs will be able to supplemement their squads with additional players under 21 (defined as under 21 on 1st of Jan in which the season commences). Changes to the squad list of 25 may be made during the period of the Transfer Window. Clubs have to declare their 25 players by the end of the Transfer Window (ie 31st August) and then again by the end of the January Transfer Window.

So don’t be fooled. ‘Home’ refers to the club not the country,  I am pretty certain Luis Boa Morte is ‘home grown’. Granted the system should and probably will encourage clubs to invest in more young players in order to beef up their squads, especially once the injuries set in and European football takes its toll. But think about why this rule has come in.  Just think about who will really benefit from these new rules. Clubs can’t put a system of wage or salary caps in, it is after all against the free market, free wheeling Sky fed model and besides players and agents would be up in arms heading for Terminal 5 quicker than you could say ‘Robinho’.

 Premier League chairmen preside for the most over businesses that have a fundamental broken model. Far from the ‘Broken Britain’ that we keep on hearing about, we all know that we definitely have ‘Broken Football’. Everything changed in 2003 when the ‘rags to riches’ ‘ entrerpreneur’ Roman Abramovich bought Chelsea. Most people know that Roman’s wealth is massive, although many wonder if it has been truly earned through hard work and innovation. Suddenly the old guard of Liverpool, Manchester United and Arsenal were playing catch up. There was a new force on the scene and one which was going to become successful, after years of mediocrity. Chelsea had entered the big league and so long as Roman’s money was there, they would be taking up one of those precious ‘Champions League’ slots, the ones which make the clubs all the money and vitally, get them all the ‘brand exposure’ that they both need and crave. The stakes had been upped, and it seemed the only way clubs could compete was through spending more and more money. And it was. But to spend big, you had to have the cash or at least the access to the cash.  Both Liverpool and Manchester United changed ownership in a bid to match Roman’s Blues, although the choice of owners was questionable to say the least. A few Americans who knew little about football and even less about English football leveraged the clubs with massive debts, something which both clubs and their fans are suffocating from right now. Wily old, privately owned Arsenal stood and watched, and primarily because they have always been prudent and because they have a single minded, myopic, but ultimately a brilliant talent spotting manager, spent less. But they won little in the process. The relationship between success as defined by winning the League or the Champions League and available cash has never been so close. However, the storm clouds of debt were gathering, and even Roman could see that this ‘football drug’ had it’s downside, declaring that he wanted Chelsea to be self sufficient in future and the money he had put into the club was only ever a fully recoverable loan.

These owners and charimen knew that things had to change, they simply could not afford the spiralling debts incurred by the ever increasing wage demands players and agents. Has anyone analysed the inflation multiple in players’ wages since 2003? In an age of transparency, we should be able to know the actual wages all players earn. Indeed, what professional class has salaries quoted in weekly amounts rather than monthly amounts nowadays. How very flat cap and working class!

And then BANG, 5 years after the Roman, along comes  Sheikh Mansour bin Zayed Al Nahyan, owner of the Abu Dhabi United Group, and now owner of Manchester City. The bar was raised again, and raised smack in the middle of the global financial crisis. 19 other Premier League chairmen were looking down the barrel of an Arab gun. The Abu Dhabi United Group did not rely on leveraged debt, they had cash and plenty of it. Cash for gold, black gold.

So you see, these new rules are nothing to do with helping the English (or Welsh) national teams do better (and Scotland and Northern Ireland not at all). They are all to do with money just as they always are.  Limiting the squads to two full teams not only limits clubs like  Manchester City and Chelsea from ‘warehousing’ all the talent and thus choking the supply to their rivals, it also limits the cash the second tier have to spend.   Allowing clubs to boost their squads with younger and therefore cheaper players, or more accurately players who cost less in wages, utimately means that the ‘Broken Football’ model gets some new life and potentially a new direction. Is this a good thing for football ?  Yes, I think it is. After all Richard Scudamore, Premier League chief, said ‘ it is to protect the viability and sustainability of the clubs’ . But these new rules and their cosy language are there to do just that. Nothing more, nothing less. If England’ s team benefit great, but don’t be taken in by the language, the spin and the branding of these changes. Home grown? I think not.

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