Beautiful Losers

Excitement and tension mount in equal measure in the traditional 'home' of football. It is going to be a nerve-shredding week! England may never have a better opportunity to reach a second  World Cup  final - and who knows...they might even bring the trophy home.

Russia 2018 has been a most unpredictable tournament so far, with many of the fancied sides and 'big hitters' falling early by the wayside, proof that the 'best' team doesn't always win!

The most telling illustration of that maxim must be the Netherlands (or Holland if you prefer). The 'Oranje' have contested three World Cup finals (1974, 1978 and 2010); they have played the most wonderful 'total football' at each event; they have created the most clear-cut chances to win each time and are supported in huge numbers by some of the game's most passionate fans. Despite all of those factors, they ended up on each occasion as beautiful losers - surely the best footballing nation never to lift the trophy. If VAR had been an option back in the day, the 'Oranje' would almost certainly have been back-to-back World Cup winners in 1974 and 1978. What's the story? (If you have no love of football, feel free to skip to the poem...but this is interesting!)


a spectacular sea of 'Oranje' football fans

That a country barely twice the size of Wales (our favourite comparator) and nearly half of it below sea-level came to transform the way the game was played in the 1970s - outshining Brazil and making football truly beautiful to watch - is extraordinary. The Dutch have always loved their football, their national football association has over a million members and there are over 30,000 games played at all levels every week, but for decades they had absolutely no standing in the international arena.

That all changed in the 1960s and strangely enough the seeds of the transformation were sowed by an Englishman, Jack Reynolds. He managed the Dutch club side Ajax for 25 years and after retiring lived on in Amsterdam for the rest of his days. English clubs weren't interested in his tactical approach to the game but the open-minded Dutch took his philosophy of free-flowing, forward-looking 'total football' and honed it via master tacticians Jany Van der Veen and Rinus Michels to produce a club side, Ajax, that dominated the Dutch domestic league and European football from the late 1960s onwards and became the basis for that prodigiously talented Netherlands team of the 1970s.

In essence 'total football' is simple; (achieving it is another matter). It starts with being able to do the basics well - pass accurately with either foot, trap and turn a ball without hesitation, dribble with either foot, vary balance while maintaining poise, read distances and positioning, pass with one touch if possible, shoot accurately. It believes in making the ball do the work, passing forward (not sideways or backwards), orchestrating the spaces into which to pass, pressing high when not in possession, winning the ball back quickly when possession is lost and using the full scope of the playing area. It also depends on having players as adept at attacking as defending, capable of 'seeing' a game two or three moves ahead, able to swap positions with fluidity as the game develops, talented individuals working as an intuitive group.

The Dutch at club and national level have brought on some remarkable individuals within that 'total football' philosophy; Johan Cruyff  principal among them (and European footballer of the century) but also Krol, Neeskens, Rensenbrink, Rep, Rijkaard, Suurbier and then Seedorf, Bergkamp, van Basten, Gullitt, Overmars, van Persie, Davids, Kluivert...(and on and on).

Various Dutch clubs have won European Cup and UEFA Cup-Winners trophy competitions on many occasions, so why didn't the 'Oranje' win those World Cup finals in 1974  or 1978?

Partly because of their own collective mind-set that believed the most important thing was to play the game in a creative and entertaining way and to do so was more important than winning; partly because of cynical opposition tactics (blatant German diving to win an unfair penalty in the Munich final, constant Argentine fouling and roughing-up in the Buenos Aires final), unsporting behaviour that the match officials didn't do enough to protect them from; maybe just because those final matches were played in Germany and Argentina! They were very unlucky. Nevertheless, the watching world knew who had really lit up those competitions and the players were welcomed home on each occasion as heroes by hundreds of thousands of fans decked out in orange.


Johan Cruyff (foreground) - European Footballer of the Century

The 'total football' philosophy which started with Ajax and the Netherlands spread to Barcelona when Cruyff became manager, instilling his passion for playing the game in a beautiful way to the Catalan club. There he passed his beliefs on to a young Pep Guardiola who in turn managed Barca (where that style of play is now part of the club's DNA). Guardiola in turn took it to Bayern Munich and now Manchester City who have just run away with the Premier League title playing in the manner that Reynolds, Michels and Cruyff first advocated and impressed upon the footballing world.

The Netherlands lost a third World Cup final, against Spain in South Africa in 2010; ironic really that the Spaniards were playing the sort of 'total football' (thanks to Cruyff and Guardiola at Barcelona) that the Dutch had once prided themselves on. Much to most people's dismay, the 'Oranje' chose to match Spain's creativity and sly cynicism in the final game with some brusque tactics of their own; the desire to finally win the competition edging out the commitment to keep playing beautifully. If they had won, which they almost did, it would have felt like a hollow and cynical triumph. After that, things rather fell apart at KNVB (the Royal Dutch Football Association). The Netherlands then lost on penalties to Argentina in the semi-final of the 2014 World Cup in Brazil and haven't even qualified for Russia 2018. In a sense the rest of the world has caught up and Dutch football needs to refind its mojo, re-embrace the 'total football' philosophy and move it one step ahead again. I've missed the 'Oranje' at this current tournament.

If it is any compensation, for a liberal and egalitarian country where the game is enjoyed as much by women as by men, the fact that the Dutch national women's team won Euro 2017 in style was widely celebrated. Hup Holland!

Today's poem in praise of  the European Footballer of the Century takes its title from a provocative Swedish art house film of my youth, 'I Am Curious, Yellow' which unlikely though it sounds, featured footage of Martin Luther King visiting Stockholm and Olof Palme, later prime-minister of Sweden - both of whom died coincidentally by the assassin's bullet (King in Memphis in 1968, Palme in Stockholm in 1986). Cruyff, who had an abiding interest in numerology, would have been intrigued by the 68/86 component of the coincidence. He wore the number 14 shirt when playing for his country. I've just read his excellent autobiography - it has 14 chapters. By the by, just to complete the circle of coincidence, the very first head of state ever to be assassinated with a hand-gun was Willem van Oranje, Prince William of Orange (direct ancestor of the Dutch royal family), whose murder in 1584 spurred the rebellious Dutch on in their attempts to overthrow their Spanish oppressors in the Eighty Years War.

(I Am) Curious, Oranje
Give me a ball
and an acre of lawn
and I will move the world.
Truly.
Archimedes would be proud.

I am curious, Oranje,
an ordinary son of Amsterdam
endowed with extraordinary gifts.

I have a mathematical mind
and a Beatle-powered soul,
find my freedom and fulfilment
in this beautiful game
and my goal
is to bring joy to you all.

Call me the fulcrum
of total football,
a long-haired polymath
orchestrating
by invisible pantograph
the irrepressible momentum
of ten oranje men,
all supremely athletic,
almost balletic;
plotting three moves ahead
in our synchronous dance
across grass
to outwit the defence
and maybe, maybe not,
fire into the net.

Your applause says it all.

Give me a ball
and an acre of lawn.
I will show you
what happiness is.
Truly.
Johan Cruyff.


Thanks for reading and may England prove itself the best team standing, S ;-)

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World Cup - Three Lions

A few World Cup memories.

 

I was there in sixty-six.  By ‘there’ I mean sat on the floor doing some artwork with my World Cup Willie colouring set, in front of a black and white television witnessing my mother go through every emotion. Eventually, someone on tv said, ‘They think it’s all over, it is now’ and my mother was ecstatic.  I must have inherited my love of football from her, and my maternal grandfather. We were in our upstairs sitting room in the pub on South Promenade. No big screens in pubs back in the sixties and no colour television for us at that time. Sport in pubs was limited to snooker and darts.

I didn’t follow the 1970 tournament. We were still in the same pub. I was sick of hearing ‘Back Home’ filtering upwards from the jukebox. My mother had passed away the year before. Life was hard and things were changing.

In 1978, my most significant World Cup memory is Archie Gemmill’s brilliant goal for Scotland against Holland. It was breath-taking and is still up there with my favourite goals of all time.

The 1990 World Cup didn’t have my full attention. It was there in the background while I sat at the sewing machine making wedding outfits for my page-boys and a tiny bridesmaid dress for yes, a tiny bridesmaid, my baby niece. There was cheering, beer cans being snapped open and I found myself singing Nessun Dorma a lot. England had fourth place. Now it was time to concentrate on our wedding.

I can still feel the sorrow from 1998. David Beckham and that petulant kick at Diego Simeone – I still can’t believe he was red carded, as he was fouled by Simeone in the first place and I can hardly type it, twenty years later. Football is such a passionate game. I was so upset that England lost out to Argentina on penalties and the first World Cup that our son was old enough to take an interest in ended for England the way it did.

Fast forward to 2014 and as always in our house, we have a chart up on the wall, flags flying from the windows and cars, England shirts at the ready and a Panini sticker album. It was a non-event, for us anyway. My husband was ill in hospital, though well enough to don an England shirt and watch a couple of matches in the day-room. By the time he was recovered enough to come home, the World Cup was all over for England.

So, here goes for World Cup 2018. In a few hours it might be all over again, but hopefully not. I’d like to see Gareth Southgate do well and I’d like to see this young, talented team progress. I’ll go and have a word with the three lions on my shirt.

 

 

I’m With These 2018 Heroes

 

The kitchen floor needs mopping

And the beds are left unmade

But I’m not doing housework

While there’s matches being played.

 

Look at the perfect pitches,

Neatly mowed and lush and green,

Ready for the world’s finest

To give us the best we’ve seen.

 

So bring it on, DeBruyne,

Ronaldo and Messi, too.

Fellaini and Suarez

I’ll be watching all of you.

 

A huge shout out for England,

For Harry Kane and the boys,

I’ve taught my grandkids to cheer

And to fill my house with noise.

 

Fav’rites Rashford and Lingard,

And my ‘Broadway’ Danny Rose,

I’m loving every moment

With these 2018 heroes.

 

It isn’t just the World Cup,

There’s tennis going on, too.

I’m sharing the time wisely,

It’s the only thing to do.

 

So, come on Kyle Edmund

What an impressive young man!

Wimbledon and I salute you.

Keep giving the best you can.

  

Pamela Winning 2018.

 

 

 

Thanks for reading, Pam x 

 

 

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From Russia - With Love

The ‘Beast from the East’ sent us a hint of snow to wake up to, here on the Fylde Coast.  A more substantial ‘white out’ further inland caused the closure of schools and brought transport to a full stop. Such extremes rarely reach us, but even so, I keep a well-stocked larder of tinned and packet food in case we can’t get out. I am the first to agree that this is hilarious, considering that there are two shops a very short walk away and we usually have our weekly groceries delivered. In my defence, I have explained to the mirthful ones that it isn’t only the weather I’m prepared for, but illness and disability as well, even though we live in a neighbourhood and not miles from anywhere in the far reaches of East Siberia.

I think I’d like to visit Siberia. I don’t know where it figures on the tourism market but it looks interesting.  First we’ll tackle Scotland next week. Hopefully it will be warmer than the -50 Celsius that Siberia has been experiencing.

When I was a child I picked up on things called ‘The Cold War’, ‘The Iron Curtain’ and ‘Eastern Bloc’. It was nothing to concern me, I was far too young to understand, but I was old enough to sense solemnity and worry myself about it to the point of nightmares which baffled my mother. It came from news bulletins, rather than adult conversations and affected me so much that I avoided having the news on as much as possible when my children were young.

Years ago, a work colleague was going on holiday to Moscow. She liked unusual places and always went on her own. It is fair comment that she wasn’t popular at work and those of us that had to put up with her hoped she might not be allowed back into the UK, the naivety of our youth. We didn’t get our wish, of course. She sent a postcard saying simply, ‘From Russia, with love’.

As a football fan, I hope that this summer brings something else home from Russia, the World Cup.

One of my favourite poems:

I Loved You (Ya Vas Lyubil)
I loved you; even now I may confess,
Some embers of my love their fire retain;
But do not let it cause you more distress,
I do not want to sadden you again.
Hopeless and tongue-tied, yet I loved you dearly
With pangs the jealous and the timid know,
So tenderly I loved you, so sincerely,
I pray God grant another love you so.

 

Alexander Pushkin, 1799-1837

 

 

Thanks for reading, Pam x 

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End to End: A Brazilian Round Up Poem

This week the dead good bloggers have been looking at anecdotes. I haven't, I've been watching the football. A world cup full packed full of end to end football, have a go heroes and stoic performances has come to an end and, after a surprisingly cagey final, the world of football now offers its congratulations to Germany, who have given nothing short of a masterclass!

With that said then, I'm happy to  share with you the product of my evening- and given that the whistle went only moments ago, this is probably the first world cup round up poem posted anywhere in the world. You're welcome...

End to End

The vanishing foam and a swandive
That efficient first German win
The tweeting of Barack Obama
Then Spain sent home by Chileans
The swerving first left foot of Messi
The fresh Costa Rican surprise
A wave of delight from the Mexican bench
Then the striker that had too much bite
Football struck back- James chests, turns and volleys
Before diving, a shamed Arjen Robben admits
The US went crazy for Howard's heroics
Then Zuniga left Neymar in bits.
The Krulest of penalty mindgames,
Ein Siebening to forget for the hosts
Before Argentina's spot kick win
Launched a two day invasion by coach.
Then the final, an anxious encounter in Rio
Saw the prize lifted high by a great German team
The passion, the pain and the end to end football
With the eyes of the world- what a reason to dream.



Thanks for reading,
S

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