Showing posts with label New Statesman. Show all posts
Showing posts with label New Statesman. Show all posts

Saturday, February 05, 2011

In defence of football: a lefty writes

 Source: New Statesman

 Crude caricatures of all football supporters as sexist homophobes insult readers’ intelligence.

An article claiming that "all Tories hate women and gays" would rightly receive short thrift from NS editors and readers alike. When it comes to football, however, such easy stereotypes have twice graced these web pages in the past year.

A polemic smearing football lovers as fascists was followed yesterday by another post attacking supporters, calling on them to "justify [their] decisions" to support misogyny and homophobia, and asking: "How on earth can lefties like football?" Such crude caricatures insult readers' intelligence.

Left-wingers in football are not only to be found haring up the port flank on a Saturday afternoon. Indeed, the sport has been home to many intelligent, progressive voices. The manager Brian Clough was chair of the Anti-Nazi League, while Alex Ferguson is still a regular fixture on Labour Party campaign material. In November, Eric Cantona called for a run on banks to start "a real revolution" against institutions at the heart of a system that "must be destroyed".

Outspoken left-leaning stars are matched by a growing grass-roots movement to counter the greed and commercialism rightly criticised by Laurie Penny and Helen Lewis-Hasteley. The formation of FC United in protest at Malcolm Glazer's controversial takeover of Manchester United was followed in 2007 by the mutualised purchase of Ebbsfleet United by ordinary fans, each paying £35 through the website myfootballclub.co.uk.

It is fans who are leading the battle against the tide of capital sweeping through the modern game. When Red Bull bought SV Austria Salzburg, summarily changing the club's name and kit and declaring that "this is a new club with no history", the drinks giant was forced into concessions, in the wake of a Europe-wide campaign by supporters' organisations. Ridicule of grotesque consumption in football, such as El Hadji Diouf's absurd gold Cadillac Escalade, will first gain traction in online forums.

Sweeping generalisations that "women are nothing more than baubles" are insulting to those blazing a trail of equality within the sport. The second target of Richard Keys's career-wrecking remarks was Karren Brady, married to the Canadian football club manager Paul Peschisolido and, as such, a "footballer's wife". As the former managing director of Birmingham City Football Club and the youngest ever director of a UK plc, however, she would surely object to being referred to as maƮtresse-en-titre.

The sport has made huge strides in confronting head-on issues of racism that were rife on the terraces in the 1980s, but no one will deny that football – like politics – still has issues with sexism and homophobia. Rather than champion the cause of women within sport, however, Lewis-Hasteley counsels abandoning the Beautiful Game to what is now a small minority of bigots. To suggest that those taking their daughter to under-11 training or cheering Stonewall FC from the touchline are wasting their time is more Helen Kendrick Johnson than Emmeline Pankhurst.

A myopic scrutiny of testosterone-fuelled Premier League excess will never recognise the spirit of community and solidarity engendered in local areas by the tens of thousands of clubs outside of football's elite. In the words of Bill Shankly:

The socialism I believe in is not really politics. It is a way of living. It is humanity. I believe the only way to live and to be truly successful is by collective effort, with everyone working for each other, everyone helping each other, and everyone having a share of the rewards at the end of the day. That might be asking a lot, but it's the way I see football and the way I see life.

This sounds more like the game I know.

Football isn't fox-hunting. Attempts to link something so gloriously variegated to a single political outlook are doomed to failure. We're not asking you to enjoy our sport. But stop tarring those who do with the same sexist, homophobic brush.

Laurence Durnan is the editor of Political Scrapbook.

Thursday, August 06, 2009

On being a good sport

Source: New Statesman

Dan Hancox

Published 06 August 2009

"Aaaaare you Braintree in disguise?! Are you Braintree in disguise?" Even in the rarefied world of non-League football, this is an odd thing to hear another human being say - let alone to hear several hundred people sing in full-throated unison. But such enthusiastic localism is something I've heard a lot of as an AFC Wimbledon fan - in this case, as a sarcastic reference to one of our less impressive opponents from Essex

This past week I made my regular trip to glamorous Norbiton to watch my team play FC United of Manchester in a pre-season showpiece called the Supporters Direct Cup, for a trophy engraved with the words "Football without fans is nothing". AFC Wimbledon and their Mancunian comrades are both fan-owned co-operatives, in defiance of the hyper-capitalist imperatives that stole their old clubs from under their noses.

For Wimbledon fans, this meant that their club was uprooted from SW19 and moved to Milton Keynes in 2003 to become the "franchise club" MK Dons. For FC United fans, the straw that broke the camel's back was the Glazer family's £790m takeover of Manchester United in 2005. But the "rebel club" is a response to a much wider malaise, an embourgeoisement that continues to alienate so many fans of top-flight football.

Walking to the ground, I got chatting to Neil, a lifelong Manchester United fan who has made the switch to FC United. "We get a better atmosphere with 2,000 fans at FC than they get with 72,000 at Old Trafford - though that probably says as much about Old Trafford as it does about us: it's all tourists and casual, rich fans. Premiership football is just prohibitively expensive for me now, though in an ideal world I'd like to take James to both," he says, gesturing at his six-year-old, who is bouncing along Kingston Road in a Manchester United replica shirt. "But you like going to FC games, don't you, James?" He does.

Hit the Manchester United homepage, and you learn that this is "the world's most popular team": layered over Mercator's projection are prominent links to the Arabic, Korean, Japanese and Chinese-language versions of the site. But there is another, countervailing force in English football. Now Liverpool fans are plotting an ambitious, £250m bid to buy the club outright from the owners, who, they worry, will “do a Glazers" and land the club in multimillion-pound debt.

Back in south-west London, AFC are winning a light-hearted contest 2-0, and the 1,776 fans present all look tremendously happy. Yet the football Establishment told both sets of fans that their efforts would be in vain. "It won't last till Christmas," reads one FC United fan's T-shirt, with the club's three titles listed underneath. The FA commission that broke every precedent in football to green-light Wimbledon's move to Milton Keynes infamously told the fans that "resurrecting the club from its ashes as, say, 'Wimbledon Town' is . . . not in the wider interests of football".

In seven seasons, AFC Wimbledon have been promoted four times. On 8 August they kick off their first season in the Conference Premier in front of a predicted crowd of 4,600. You can try telling us on Saturday that this incredible adventure is not in the wider interests of football, but you probably won't be able to make yourself heard above the din.