Showing posts with label Football. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Football. Show all posts

Monday, June 25, 2012

... while all the world watched Europe ...

... "typical," I somewhat facetiously tweeted, "World watches Euros while global future hinges on Antigua vs. Jamaica" ...

... hashtag references to "CONCACAF" and "Euro2012" kept the tweet pertinent to the topic at hand, football, the beautiful game, mere soccer to a non-believer but nothing less than bloodless warfare to legions who take the sport seriously ...

... here, during the height of competition between European topdogs, was this unrelated match-up oceans away, a first-leg World Cup qualifier between two island-nations with aspirations to make the really big show, still two full years away ...

... World Cup 2014 in Brazil, the Garden of Eden of footballing mythology, is the intended destination, and reaching the finals is an achievement Jamaica can boast of from their 1998 apogee ...














... hosts Antigua and Barbuda, playing at this level for the first time, adapted the cricket stadium in the centre of the island for home games ... the modest, yet modern, facility named in honor of most famous son Sir Vivian Richards, a titan of cricketing culture, contrasts to the stadia of Europe, but just add water, goalposts, FIFA banners - presto, bonafide ballground ...

... the topographical factoid of the multi-strip cricket square in the middle of the park is something all West Indian ballers will have encountered at some point ... no problem, right? ...








... bookies playing odds would have Jamaica's seasoned Reggae Boyz schooling their less storied counterparts from Antigua, the Benna Boys, on the way to taking a maximum three points from this important encounter ... at least, that was the script ...

... most of the festoonery decorated the Western stands, the crowd concentrated there too, with local support dominating over the Jamaican presence, but the colors were blended and familiar, this being a clash of Caribbean cousins ...










... build-up to gametime had been intense and steady ... balletic referee rituals entertained the sparse eastern stands pre-game, while Antigua ran through calm, collected calisthenics at one end, in eye-catching red warm-up kits ...

... I had tuned in to Jamaican FM Radio, a few days prior to this initial round of matches, and astonishly heard questions alluding to "small-island" designs on football power in the region being put to Gordon Derrick, the new head-honcho in Caribbean Football Union politics ... did I mention he's Antiguan? ...

... and so our stage was set ...








... on the afternoon, someone had the forethought to position a winsome videographer and her equipment adjacent to the ad hoc, flicky-tricky scrimmages Jamaica prefers as final preparation ...

... I watched as she got some delightful footage, but felt I could also discern conflict of focus in that moment, and no real respect for the contest at hand, from the preening, cocksure black, green and gold, who had to defer their traditional yellow strip ...









... the spotlight shone even brighter with the attendance of Jamaican Prime Minister Portia Simpson-Miller in sporty topstitching, and Horace Burrell of the JFF, who presided over the National Anthems and wished the Boyz 'n' Boys well ...









... then came time to kick the pigskin ...








... there was no Shevchenko on the field (though he owns a home in Antigua and is frequently here), no Ronaldo, Balotelli or Schweinsteiger either, unless they were wearing Jamaica shirts which had no names to identify or represent players who it seems, also switch squad-numbers ...

...  #5 in the warm-up came on as a substitute, wearing #4 ...

... my guess is that this subtly undermines key psychologies in young men who are part of notoriously star-driven cultures, football in general and Jamaican Football specifically ... Antigua got this part right - Byers, Griffith and James enhancing their reputations, with Nottingham Forest's Dexter Blackstock reserved for tactical insertion into the game ...


... the pacey Jamaicans, many of whom look to be of genuine technical ability, had no evident plan to reel in these sprats (or minnows, the term you'll hear most often to describe a population of 80,000 audacious enough to field a football team) ... the result was an even nil-nil scoreline which reflected positively on a sensible, spirited performance by the home-team ...

... the visitors left behind a considerably different aftertaste ahead of sterner tests, including the return leg against the newly emboldened Benna Boys, on the Road to Rio ...









... amid the flag waving and good natured support of a team defying predictions, were many Jamaicans who expect more from their national side ... despite being fitter than previous aggregations, the Reggae Boyz would do well to develop a disciplined mental approach which will allow them to adapt more successfully to diverse opposition ...

... the Benna party went deep into the night and next morning's press headline read "We got one!," referring to the first-ever point earned at this level of competition ...

... it's Spain and Germany holding fans in their thrall, for now, as this scoreless match is already old news ... Antigua takes on Guatemala next and Jamaica will seek to rock 'n' roll the U.S.A. in Kingston, but two points dropped at the cricket ground are likely to have more consequence than the one gained ...

Monday, July 12, 2010

... y viva Espana ...

... a rousing chorus of "Y Viva Espana" will echo for at least four years following Spain's triumph over The Netherlands and the world in a gritty Sunday kickabout yesterday in Johannesburg, South Africa ... the rest of us would do well to learn some of their silky ball control and the choral refrain of that song ...












... in the aftermath of the month-long tourney I feel like a glutton who has eaten too much of his favourite food, washed it down with a pint of Guinness and topped it off with a rich chocolate bar ... the World Cup for me is a sumptuous stew of stimulants ...

... foremost of course are the games themselves, but there's also this boyhood pipedream that will never go away ... imagine playing in such a high-profile showcase, dribbling around tackles to score a super-goal or three ... if you've ever laced on a pair of boots you'll not only know what I mean, but you'll also forgive my going from the sublime to the ridiculous by including a photo of this bunch of unlikely lads ...













... the modern game, with its hierarchies, tactical approaches, theatrics, personalities, gamesmanships and economics, gets to preen at regularly scheduled competitions ... paramount is the gran'daddy of 'em all, the FIFA World Cup, which is all that and football too, lest we lose sight of the eleven-a-side, battle-for-the-ball aspect of the spectacle ... and what a spectacle! ...












... the 2010 incarnation, like all the others that preceded it, had its share of talking points ... the recurring beefs about the ball and the referees are nothing new if you are familiar with the beast, nevertheless, the monumental undertaking served up enough sporting entertainment to provide me another landmark against which to calibrate any retrospective of my life, via memories World Cups stretching back to 1970 ... the English have even kept the spectre of the previous one alive, ho hum ...

... but this one was a little bit different ...
















... enter the red, gold and green of Africa ... the HD-3D update, forty years since TV's first technicolor Cup coverage ... the sights and sounds were even more global than usual with a prominent afrocentricity building on previous Cameroon, Senegal, Jamaica and Trinidad & Tobago campaigns ...

... plaudits to FIFA for 'lowing the vuvuzelas ... challenging yes, but we all had so much fun saying the word, didn't we? ... especially the American media who were engaged as ever over the veracity of the very sport itself ... truth is it really doesn't matter what the haters think of the offside rule and diving (FIFA euphemistically calls it "simulation"), scoreless scorelines or the pretty-boy coiffure ... the growth of this sport is inexorable by definition ... if yu 'ave foot, yu can kick ball ...

... notably, and true to the nature of this movement, the U.S.A., and their style of play, is one of the bright beacons on the horizon ... indefatigable heart beats in that team and it is reflective of the national character ...

... New Zealand was the only undefeated team on the field ... Switzerland made a lot of friends and hopefully fewer folks will mix up Ghana with Guyana now ... don't fret, Brazil will recover, the football they played in the first half of the quarter-final they lost to The Netherlands strutted the elusive panache they were accused of lacking ... a big-match contribution from Ronaldinho might have flipped that script ... but alas ...

... in the unforgettable department, I nominate the Asamoah Gyan overtime penalty drama in the Ghana/Uruguay affair, and the goal-line officiating gaffe when Germany made the proverbial penny drop in England ... (speaking of goal-line gaffes, remember Robert Green?) ... that Carlos Puyol header is still bulging the net, just like Siphiwe Tshabala's opening strike for Bafana Bafana ... Van Bronkhorst's drive, Maicon's improbable near-post swerver and Forlan's classy volley ... plus, I'll watch Lionel Messi play any chance I get ... seeing is believing ...

... when there are so many individual storylines and the attention of the world is tuned in to one frequency, it's a great time to relay a message ... the powers that be came up trumps with Nelson Mandela and polishing up the Say No To Racism campaign ...












... a positive sentiment in any arena but particularly so in futbol where "there's work to be done - so let's do it little by little", as the Marley lyric goes ... discernably, amid the din I heard Bob singing "Could You Be Loved" at every match ... a so it fi go, considering how intertwined reggae sensibilities are with both football and Africa ... check Stephanie Black's film Africa Unite ...














... Brazil is ground-zero in four years and you can bet Bob Marley will be there to "Lick Samba" ... I'll be watching too, enjoying the global swagga-flex that should be a substitute for war ... though admittedly, it could easily spark conflict as well ...

... yep, in 2014 I'll have one eye on the game's global relevance ... the other eye will be on the lookout for that diminutive World Cup mascot (who is likely to re-appear in the country whose icons he repeatedly belittles with tracing tongue), if only to witness his one kick of a next-generation Jabulani on the biggest of stages ...

















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Post Script addendum: - Jamaicans will get "a kick" out of the writing credits for the Spanish pop standard "Y Viva Espana" ... ... seems it was co-written by one Eddie Seago (sic.)

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Friday, June 18, 2010

... sound Africa's trumpet ...

... the plastic replica souvenir cost eight Canadian dollars and I had no change in pocket so my friend Stevie picked it up for me until I could pay him back ... come to think of it, I'm not sure if I ever did ... so, I may have acquired my vuvuzela for free at Vancouver's home match against St.Louis back in April ... I've been blowing the plastic horn lustily from then on and particularly since the start of the World Cup in South Africa ...

... every four years I'm one of those who tries to watch all the matches, a fantastic way to see the world without the expense of travel ... there are no Caribbean teams among the thirty-two finalists this year, but we get six African outfits and the curious representation from North Korea - in the same tourney as South Korea, at a time of heightened geo-political tensions no less, threatening the mouthwatering possibility of a battle-by-ball, if the teams actually meet during the competition ...

... as always, there are the world's beautiful women in full regalia on show, and points-of-interest at each match-up, other than the game itself, are multiple and stimulating ...














... I can (and do) wax lyrical about African soil hosting sport's greatest extravaganza for the first time ... there are the South African Reconciliation and Mandela factors, patriotisms and post-colonial retributions, the wall-of-noise vuvuzela soundtrack in the stadia, the Jabulani-Ball aerodynamics too, but in the end it's the on-field exploits that are the real story ...

... watching the Argentinians strut their embarrassment of riches has been fulfilling so far and I for one appreciate the delicious spectacle of Messi-dona and supporting cast ... despite the absence of playmaker Riquelme, the Argentine bench could be the backbone of another complete team ... with Diego Maradona's son-in-law Sergio Aguero the prince-in-waiting ...














... it's too early at this stage (less than halfway through the roundrobin stage) to make definitive pronouncements, but certain storylines are clearly taking shape, like the familiar one of English great expectations ... ahh, those heirs to that '66 curse, you know, when Bobby Moore and his merry men won on home turf, forever causing England to rate itself among the world's best despite all indicators ... I write this after watching a 0-0 draw with Algeria, the least impressive display by the Brits in a long line of disappointing major competitions ...

... English hand-wringing has amped up several degrees ... only two matches into this tournament finds the blogosphere alive with the kind of acerbic witticisms no one does better than the British ... "at the risk of hyperbole, this is possibly the worst result since 1066," quoth one ...

... the pundits are blunt, spiking commentary with adjectives like "tossers," "wankers," and "shite"... so much so that one is inclined to believe any lay-expert could make team improvements without difficulty given the patchy results of the high-profile managerial appointments that are now the norm ...













... there's probably a restructuring formula that could work in the long run but I'd like to suggest English football take a leaf from the Scrabble playbook ... sometimes it's better to cut your losses ... return your cards to the jumble and draw a new hand ... hey, if it's good enough for the Brazilians ... ...

... while African sides cling to hopes of advancing further than ever before and usual suspects try to adapt to a leveling out of standards which can result in closer contests and more frequent upsets ... the public should try to stay in touch with the evolving nuances of the world game and the fine "art" of gamesmanship ... each successive Mondiale pulls the drawstrings of global community tighter, and somehow we emerge better for it ...













... the winds sweeping across Africa this summer, out over the oceans in every direction, carry the challenging sound of the vuvuzela ... like it or not we will all surely know it ... and knowledge is power...

... after the football finale, when all is said and done, there will be one World Champion, and whole world of winners ...

... and, likely, one or two whiners.