Showing posts with label Mixing Footie and Politics. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mixing Footie and Politics. Show all posts

Friday, June 12, 2015

The 10 Football Matches That Changed The World ... and the One That Didn't by Jim Murphy (Biteback Publishing 2014)




England’s victory over Germany in extra time didn’t win Wilson the 1966 election. But their extra-time defeat four years later to the same opponents is felt by many on the Labour side to have pushed the party towards its next defeat. As the 1970 teams kicked off in the Mexico quarter-final, Labour was 9 per cent ahead in the opinion polls. The reigning champions went into a 2-0 lead in a game played just five days before Britain chose its government. But Germany fought back to win 3-2 after extra time. England were out. So, later that week, was Prime Minister Harold Wilson. Former Labour minister and one of the party’s sharpest ever thinkers Tony Crosland blamed the defeat on ‘a mix of party complacency and the disgruntled Match of the Day millions’.
Complacency undoubtedly played its part. Politics seemed to take the Wolstenholme approach to the 1970 general election. The opinion polls, the pundits and the parties thought Labour were cruising to victory. But unfortunately for Harold Wilson, he didn’t have a Geoff Hurst in his team to put it beyond doubt.
So what went so badly wrong so late in Wilson’s campaign? This is the story of how a hat-trick of goalkeeping howlers in the Mexican sunshine 5,500 miles away from Downing Street, helped cause one of the biggest upsets in Britain’s electoral history. It’s the story of the unexpected humiliation of England’s football team and the part their defeat played in the humbling of Britain’s Prime Minister. After one of the research interviews, this chapter took an unexpected turn. It now includes the story of football and a second Prime Minister. During my discussions with Tony Blair, he told me the incredible true story of how football smoothed his path to Downing Street; but more of that later.

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I don’t have much time to puzzle over it before Tony creaks his neck round his office door. He welcomes me with one of his broad gap-in-his-tooth smiles. As we sit down to talk, I ask him about a mix of football and politics. He stares off into the middle distance and thinks back more than thirty years. On 11 May 1983, five friends who were all Labour Party members gathered around a television in the north-east of England, to watch Aberdeen in their first ever European final. The team from Scotland’s North East were taking on the mighty Real Madrid. Those few hours in that living room helped change the UK pretty dramatically; and still do to this day. Alex Ferguson had guided the Scottish Cup holders and League runners-up into the final of the now defunct European Cup Winners Cup. As Aberdeen and their 14,000 fans celebrated in Sweden, something even more dramatic was beginning in the world of politics. That victory propelled the now Sir Alex onto the footballing world stage; it also helped launch the career of a little known 31-year-old lawyer and would-be politician by the name of Anthony Charles Lynton Blair.
‘That was the night I first went to Sedgefield for the Labour Party nomination,’ the now sixty-year-old former PM tells me. Sensibly, most readers won’t have any insights into Labour’s processes for picking an election candidate. More often than not, you need a strong group of local people talking to others and speaking up for you, if you’re to have any chance of being selected. It’s a tactic that seems to have evaded the young Blair. There’s no polite way of saying it. He had become one of the party’s most accomplished serial losers when it came to the business of Labour selections.
I tried for about twelve seats before Sedgefield all over the north-east. I lost out in many places because of my attitude on the Militant Tendency. Pre-1983, a lot of people didn’t want them expelled. In those days in Sedgefield there was a majority of Labour Party people who were in favour of expelling Militant from the Labour Party.
Tony picks up the story of what happened on that 11 May evening, when he set out to recruit influential Sedgefield Labour members to his cause.
I met the critical people that night. I knocked on the door in Front Street South, which was the house that belonged to John Burton, who later became my election agent. And as he opened the door the Aberdeen match had literally just begun. I needed to see him but he basically said, ‘Sit down and shut up.’ Which I quickly realised was very important, because if I’d blabbered away throughout the game then it was obvious I wouldn’t have been suitable.
Blair had arrived too late to see Aberdeen’s Eric Black put his side into a fifth-minute lead from a corner. But he was able to join in the general sense of annoyance that they conceded their lead so quickly, just seven minutes later to a Juanito penalty.

The match went into extra time before Aberdeen’s John Hewitt, a substitute for Black, the injured scorer of the first goal, netted the winner. It meant a late night for the five Sunderland fans and their Newcastle-supporting visitor. Despite having a crowded mind, Blair remembers it pretty clearly: ‘It was a stellar achievement for Aberdeen even at the time, but today it would be impossible. I had a beer and made sure that most of the conversation was about football. We got on to politics after the game.’ When the youthful Blair had walked into Burton’s home, they had most of the ninety minutes plus extra time ahead of them. By contrast, Blair was really up against the electoral clock. ‘The election was on 9 June. The selection of the Labour candidate didn’t start until 18 April. I was chosen right at the last.’ With the official deadline for candidates to be selected being 23 May, Blair was right up against the wire and he knew it.
I was the last candidate of any of the parties, anywhere in the country to be selected. It had been a new seat created by the boundary changes. It was a packed thing with lots of candidates and I squeezed through. The reason I got through was partly because of that night watching the Aberdeen game.
It seems clear what would have happened if that night he hadn’t hit it off with Burton and the others over a drink discussing football. There’s no way he would have become the MP for Sedgefield. More than that, this was the final candidate selection open to him. Without the support of his newly discovered footballing friends, he wouldn’t have become an MP at all in the 1983 election.

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

World Cup: Argentinian team support for Mothers of the Plazo de Mayo

The following under reported story has already been spotted on Louis Proyect's blog and over at Socialist Unity blog but the text cut and pasted below is from the Shiraz Socialist blog:

Ian W writes:

We are bombarded daily by the World Cup. The organisers of the event claim that it is non-political, yet it is dominated by large multinatonal corporations.

Here you can see a photograph of the Argentine football team holding a banner. This photo has been effectively censored by the international press and Toutube has also blocked it. Why?

The banner simply states that the members of the football team support the call for the for the Mothers of the Plaza de Mayo to be awarded the Nobel Peace Prize. Who are these mothers? They are the mothers of young men and women who “disappeared” during the Dirty War carried out by the Argentine Military Junta between 1976 and 1983.

An estimated 30,000 “disappeared”, that is were killed, because they were socialists, communists, trade unionists, community organisers, students, activists and so on who opposed the military dictatorship. Some of these young women had babies, about 500 in total, who were not returned to their natural families to live with their grandparents as their own parents had been killed. The babies were given to military families who supported the dictatorship.

One day a week between 1977 and 2006 the Mothers, now grandmothers, would walk around the Plaza de Mayo in Buenos Aires demanding to know what had happened to their children. They even did this during the dictatorship and for their bravery three of the mothers also disappeared, that is were killed, for daring to question the military dictatorship.

The present football team now supports the call for these mothers to be awarded the Nobel Prize for Peace.

I'm sure you'll agree that it is one of the more heartening stories from in and around this current World Cup.

More info on the story at the following link. (You may have to use babelfish to translate it.)

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Mixing Footie and Politics (7) Shankly, Socialism and Glasgow Celtic

Just spotted this.

Ian Bone raises that most important of political questions: 'Is there a socialist way of playing football?'

Ian shows his age (and his dress sense) by mentioning the great Hungarian side of the early fifties.

Arguably the greatest International team never to have won the World Cup, they lost the '54 final against West Germany in disputed circumstances, and one of the great ifs of football pub talk is, but for the Soviet tanks rolling into Budapest in '56, how they would have measured up against the Brazil of Pele and Garrincha in Sweden in '58.

Anyway, back to the matter in hand. I show my good taste and access to YouTube clips by pointing you in the direction of the definitive answer to Ian's question.

Bill Shankly describes the great Celtic side of the Jock Stein era:

That wee nugget should be on a T shirt, not this silly bollocks which is currently doing the rounds on the left blogosphere.

"Socialism without the politics." I like that.

Whatever did happen to World in Common?

Sunday, June 29, 2008

Mixing Footie and Politics (6)

Jose Mourinho as revolutionary leftie?

I always pegged Mourinho as being from the same political managerial school as Scolari and Capello but, after watching this Adidas commercial for the thousandth time during the Euro Championship coverage on ESPN, now I'm not sure.

Have a quick read of the transcript of Mourinho's words from the commercial (that I lovingly transcribed below) and try and tell me that the bloke is a not so secret Marxist-Shanklyite:

"Football is a special sport because it is co-operation between eleven for one target . . . and of course we learn solidarity, friendship, co-operation, support.

Don't try to be the new Kaka or the new Messi because you cannot be, cannot be the new. You must be yourself.

Kids in love with the game dream to be a top player,but I think it is much more important to be a top man."

Throw in the 'Impossible is Nothing' slogan at the end of the commercial, and it now transpires that the real reason that Mourinho has gone to Milan has less to do with managing Internazionale and more to do with the opportunity it affords him to attend Partito Comunista Internazionale fraction meetings.

'Two copies of this month's Socialist Standard, Darren. I want to pass on the extra copy to Carlo Ancelotti. I think he'd be interested in the Football: a capital idea article.'

Saturday, June 21, 2008

Mixing Footie and Politics (5)

Old post alert

Only just discovered this old post from Steve Platt because of a sitemeter sighting:

"The politically-correct guide to who to support at Euro 2008"

You can tell it's an old post because a Thaksin City fan is gushing in his praise about Sven in the comments box. Wish I would about doing shit like this but I'm always after the fact with such idea. Apparently, it should have been Sweden but I'm guessing that Platt will now be rooting for Germany. Watch his space for more information.

Thursday, June 19, 2008

Mixing Footie and Politics (4)

Clarification.

Why do I think Buffon is a prick? 'Mr Eugenides' provides the background:

Gianluigi Buffon is still a fascist

"Italians' well deserved progress to the quarter finals of Euro 2008 tonight . . . " Eh? Wish he hadn't spoiled an otherwise interesting post with that piece of satire.

Friday, June 13, 2008

Mixing Footie and Politics (3)

Christ, maybe this series should be renamed 'Mixing Footie and Right-Wing Politics? On the heels of Big Phil Scolari's admiration for General Pinochet comes this old quote from Fabio Capello:

"In Madrid, I breathed a sparkling atmosphere, the air of a country in Europe making the greatest progress. When I returned to Italy it seemed I had taken two steps back. Spain in two words? Latin warmth and creativity regulated by a rigorous order. The order which comes from Franco... he left a legacy of order. In Spain, everything works well, there is education, cleanliness, respect. We should follow their example." [From here.]

What's the bastard deal with football patriarchs and right-wing politics? Used to be the case that footballing patriarchs were identified with the left. Where's this year's Stein, Clough, Busby or Shankly?

Just another reason to want the Trevors to fuck it up come the qualifying rounds for the 2010 World Cup.

Hat tip to 'Red O' over at Urban 75.

Thursday, June 12, 2008

Mixing Footie and Politics (2)

Chelsea got their man finally, and what a man:

"[He] tortured a lot but there is no illiteracy in Chile" - Big Phil offers a Thatcheresque critique of General Pinochet's leadership.

That quote's courtesy of the Guardian Sports Blog, where they've paced out 'Big Phil' Scolari's football life in quotes.

What would've been the Guardian Sport Desk's witty rejoinder if it had been the same worded quote but instead of Scolari talking up Pincochet, he was talking up Fidel Castro instead?

The bloke sounds like a dick, anyway. Actually worse than that, he sounds like Big Vern with trackie bottoms on.

Next season's post match interviews should be fun grimly fascinating. Odds on he has a tear up with Wenger before it ever gets to the point where him and Fergie exchange touchline spittle.

Anyone but Portugal for the Euro Championship.

Sunday, June 08, 2008

Panini-Zufallsbekanntschaft #2

Alain Sutter (Switzerland - USA'94)

Mixing footie with politics is good 2/2. When he wasn't auditioning for a eighties hair metal tribute band, Alain Sutter, led the Swiss team in 1995 in protesting - before a football match with France - against the French Government's decision to resume nuclear testing in the South Pacific.

Actually that is unfair to Sutter with the hair metal gibe. He was obviously going for the Argentinian footballer look, and once you've got that down pat the left of centre politics come naturally.

Anybody actually remember how the Swiss did at the '94 World Cup in the States? I sure as hell can't. Though I can remember McCoist screamer against them at the '96 Euro Championships.

OK, just checked. The last 16 . . . and they spanked the Romanians 4-1 in the group stages. That was a bit of a tasty result against one of the better teams in the '94 World Cup. Obviously a hot and cold side. The Swiss lost 3-0 in the last 16 to the hot and cold side, par excellence, the Spanish.

Friday, May 09, 2008

Mixing Footie and Politics (1)

I can't stop myself. I'm compelled to ask. Is it possible that Chic Charnley was named after 'Sunny Jim'?

Surely Jim Callaghan wasn't a household name when Charnley was born in '63? The Labour Party was still in semi-permanent opposition but, on the other hand, it was also the year that Hugh Gaitskell died and Jim Callaghan stood against Harold Wilson and George Brown for vacant Labour Party leadership position (coming third in the first round, and thus being eliminated).

But how does a family in Glasgow end up naming their sprog after a Labour politician, born in Portsmouth, but who was representing a Cardiff constituency at the time (FA Cup final alert)?

It's not so much the novelty of future footie players being named after Labour politicians of the day; it's more the outlandish notion that there were Gaitskellites in Glasgow in the early 1960s. I thought it was just the late John Smith and the late Donald Dewar on their political tod at the Glasgow University debating society.

Btw, this is (possibly) the start of a new series for the blog. Yeah, I know that I've missed the boat with the harebrained idea of a 'Mixing Footie and Politics' theme to go alongside with 'Mixing Pop and Politics' and 'Do They Mean Us?' threads, but the blog sub-heading must count for something.

I just know that I'll never top this old blog post on Paul Breitner (or even this post on Anarchist footie) when it comes to mixing footie and the fun stuff.

Image courtesy of Riot Ink blog.

Thursday, June 29, 2006

Gary Neville and Socialism #2

Strangely enough, I'm still getting a lot of traffic from people googling to see whether or not Gary Neville is a socialist. Who would have thought that a piss poor Frank Skinner joke could penetrate so deeply into the English footballing psyche . . . again?

To clear the matter up once and for all, Gary Neville has never been to a business meeting of the Manchester branch of the SPGB. However, that might be because the branch have their meetings on a Monday night and, as everyone knows, Sky always insist that Man Utd play their games on a Monday. You draw your own conclusions . . .

Friday, June 09, 2006

At Home With The Breitners' (Hello Magazine - circa 1974)

As politics and the footie are two major components that contribute to my lack of personality and social skills, I've always scrambled around for any link - however tenuous - between football and politics; politics preferably with a lefty flavour.

In truth, it has largely been a fruitless search: An interview from a yellowing copy of the independent left journal, 'the Leveller', from the seventies revealed that Jackie McNamara* was from an old Red Clydeside family, and at the time of writing was a member of the Communist Party of Great Britain; One of the few times I bought a copy of the Grant/Woods paper Socialist Appeal** was because it carried an interview with Jorge Valdano, a member of Argentina's 1986 World Cup winning team***, and now something to do with Real Madrid. (I believe he's the bloke who has to write the press releases for when they get a new Head Coach. Trust me, it's a full time job.); and an SPGB comrade, then living in Lancaster, once claimed that the secretary of the Scottish PFA, Tony Higgins, was a Party sympathiser, but I think that roughly translated as he occasionally had a drink in the same pub as members of Glasgow Branch, and once mistook a SPGB leaflet for a beer mat.

Therefore, I was immediately intrigued when I first found out that Maoist politics came with Paul Breitner's Afro, sideburns and Zapata moustache in the mid-seventies when he was at the height of his footballing success with Bayern Munich and scoring in the 1974 World Cup final for Germany.

I probably first read about Breitner's claim to lefty fame in When Saturday Comes, or it might have been Stan Hey writing in the Guardian or, at a push, maybe even Danny Kelly mentioned it on the much missed 'Under the Moon', so when I spotted the above pic of Mr Breitner at home on the Leftist Trainspotters discussion list - hat tip to Johannes - it raised a wry smile.****

However, it turns out that perhaps Breitner's left reformism wasn't as deep rooted as the rolled down socks first suggests. Apart from promptly taking the Franco peseta by signing for Real Madrid immediately after the '74 World Cup, he also later committed that most henious form of apostasy for the seventies left when :

". . . before the 1982 Football World Cup (held in Spain) former "leftist" Breitner caused a major uproar in Germany when he accepted an offer by a German cosmetics company paying him the - what many Germans regarded at that time as a "scandalously high" - sum of 150.000 Deutschmark if he shaved off his fluffy full beard, used their fragrance and advertised for the company. For a lot of Germans the whole incident - being paid 150.000 Deutschmark for just shaving off a beard - was an obscene thing to do."

Wanker.

*McNamara is the father of Jackie McNamara, an excellent player for Celtic, before being unceromoniously dumped in Moulineux for some unknown reason. If I remember the interview rightly, McNamara Senior, who started his career at Celtic, claimed that he was shown the door at Parkhead because of his political views. He did go on to be a folk hero at Hibernian and, the last I heard, he was a Pub Landlord and a member of the Scottish Socialist Party. What with the mess that the SSP have currently spun themselves in over the Sheridan versus the News of the World libel action, I bet he could make a small fortune if he offered discounts on beer, spirits and hemlock to those customers able to show their SSP membership cards.

** If there was ever a magazine title that should be prosecuted under the trades description act . . .

*** If there was ever a World Cup winning "team" that could be prosecuted under the trades description act . . . Arguably, one of the few examples in the history of football where you can make a case that one man actually won the World Cup. Football is a team game, but in 1986 Argentina was a Maradona game.

**** Why the hell am I raising a wry smile at the thought and image of Breitner indulging in seventies radical chic? This brilliant footballer waves to the crowd and is rightly denounced as an arsehole, and there's me conjuring a whimsical post out of the fact that an exceptional talented footballer from the seventies also happened to indulge himself and his egomaniacal desire to wind people up by talking up a vicious regime that caused the death of millions of people. I'm an idiot sometimes.