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Sports: Thug Mentality Still Alive

21 Jun

Racism in sport. OK, nothing new, I’ll admit it. However, is it really on the rise as media reports say? Or, has it always just been there, a part of the fabric of barbaric and pugilistic excuses for competition, and only now, are we actually seeing more reports of it?

Let me ask you a question: If not for the commercial interests invested in the NRL and the AFL, would racist comments from their so-called stars really be a problem amongst the administration?

Now don’t get me wrong, these aren’t the only two sports that have had their fair share of racial controversy. Anything from Tennis to Hockey to Association Football have had a slip of the tongue and spurred a feud every now and again. So, this is nothing new.

Racism in sport has always been there. In Australia, for some strange reason, it’s actually tolerated at some levels. Last year I spent the better part of my weekends training and coaching an under 16’s football club from the southern suburbs. This was a fairly multi-ethnic team. We had players who had only been in the country a few years, some who had been here their whole lives, nonetheless, they were all of different backgrounds. A wonderful and great example of a club representing the world game.

Training was fairly straight-forward, no problems amongst the players, they all got along quite well and, most of them went to school together.

So we had players who had heritage in South Africa, Zimbabwe, Somalia, Lebanon, the Philippines, Italy, Chile, the list goes on.

Our first match was against another equally diverse team, mostly made up of young men from a number of African nations. No problems experienced apart from our two South African players whom had a problem with two of their opponents who continually spoke Swahili. I told them to get over it as they had been speaking their own native language in scratch matches at training as a way to fool their teammates.

This was fine. We were hammered 9-0 but apart from that, it was fine.

Fast forward a couple of weeks and we face our fiercest opposition of the season so far. A team made up entirely of young white, anglo-saxon men. They were all class; great passing, good movement off the ball, excellently timed tackles and some brilliant shots on goal.

They were all class in their game, but in social behaviour, they lost many points.

All it took for my main striker, a 16 year old boy of Lebanese background, to attempt to strangle one of his opponents, was a snide remark, not heard by myself, but a number of players close by, a linesman and a few spectators.

I won’t repeat that remark here but I can tell you that it referred to this boy’s cultural background.

The comment was not heard by the referee, but the attempted strangulation was.

Now I am not an advocate of violence in any form and I do not believe that it is justified. Yet, I could easily understand the frustration that this boy was feeling in that he was not being supported fairly by the referee for what should automatically be the sending off of the player making the hurtful comment.

It fell on deaf ears, the reason why he was provoked. A red card was shown, and he was on his way to the bench. No apology came from the player after the match, he denied everything. No apology came from the coach or other players, they didn’t see a problem.

This was only the first of many incidents that would occur similar to this over the season. The final one, a group attack on a couple of my African midfielders, resulted in a melee which cost half my team a 6 week suspension and the club was fined severely.

After all of the counseling my players had to go through at the club, racism was never mentioned once or brought up as a reason why these events happened.

‘Boys will be boys’, ‘They have to learn to control their anger’, ‘There’s no respect from them’.

These comments made me sick and I am glad I’m not coaching again this season. As if the players didn’t already feel bad enough. For crying out loud, they were only in their teens and they’re being made to deal with this on the football pitch? They HAVE EVERY RIGHT TO ENJOY HEALTHY COMPETITION AS MUCH AS ANYONE!

This is what brings me to my next point: The culture of national sport.

With the recent resignation from state of origin by Timana Tahu, an Australian league player with Fijian heritage, over comments made by so-called league legend, Andrew Johns, this has brought the issue of racism in sport back to the forefront. Yet, it should always have been there. This problem is not going to get better, and there is a reason why Johns made those comments. The culture of our national sports is so mixed in with racial tension and the attitude that it’s ‘OK’ to have a laugh about the colour of someone’s skin or culture or religion or ethnicity.

Comments in the past by AFL figures as well have been given the spotlight, only to have it taken away because the governing body says they do not accept or agree with that line of though – yet nothing is ever done to solve the problem. Yes, a fine or a banishment or a slaughtering by the media is given to the offending individual, yet what is ever done to, excuse the pun, tackle this problem and rid the sport of it.

Perhaps it is because our nation prides itself on the ability to see the humour in things, including a persons ethnicity. Indigenous Australians have dealt with a range of terms people use in which to refer to them. So do those who have come from South-East Asia, Africa, the Pacific Islands, New Zealand and Southern Europe.

There is no stopping the habit, when it is so far ingrained into the culture of a nation. The bogan mentality, as I like to call it (see a number of previous posts) is that it is a privilege to have white skin and an anglo-saxon surname. It is a privilege to be born in this country. It is a privilege to have the ability to be in a workplace, play a sport or simply walk down the street and not have to be called an offensive nickname.

This privilege, that these offensive people apparently think they have, should be non-existent in a democratic society. However, seeing as Australia still WILL NOT sign a formal charter of human rights and end the racial profiling and desecration of human rights in the Northern Territory, it is no wonder we are still in the same position we have always been. It is a trickle down of social behaviour, from the top of an inactive and unsympathetic government, right down to those bottom-feeder redneck bogans who deliver the message to anyone different to them that this is their country, get out.

At no point does any one person deserve to have their right to enjoy life in this country taken away. This includes playing sport.


Time to Celebrate

10 Jun

How fast 173 days comes around.

The first time I looked at the countdown timer for the 2010 FIFA World Cup, it was set on 173 days and counting. That only seems like a few weeks ago, now.

Memories take me back to the first world cup that I can remember watching – Italia ’90. For myself, this was introduction into televised football. Before then, the only time I’d seen the sport is as a junior on the pitch and the local state league with my Nonno, who is as avid a fan you can get in this country.

I remember the marketing that went along with the 1990 tournament. Being Italian, it was pretty significant. However, growing up in a family where both sides had a strong Calabrese heritage, it was hard to escape the verde, bianco e rosso. I remember having the t-shirt. (I have no idea where it went to). I had the mini, battery-operated video game (good fun for a while, the sound was annoying, though)

Fast forward to 1994 and it’s USA. The time difference meant that I was watching most matches every morning before school as well as the highlights show.

One memory still sticks in my mind in the lead up to USA ’94. SBS showed a replay of the Italy vs West Germany semi final from the 1970 world cup. This was my first experience with classic, world-class football. I can distinctly remember seeing, at the end of the match, Italian players exhausted with fatigue but celebrating their hard-fought victory. The West Germans, by contrast, were lying on their backs, tired and dehydrated from the heat and disheartened by their narrow loss.

They then showed the replay of the final – an ominous sign of things to come – between Brazil and Italy. The Brazilians won this match 4-1.

People still talk, to this day, of the brilliance of Mexico 1970. Still hailed as the greatest tournament yet due to the attacking style by most teams, the high number of goals, the absence of controversy and the brilliance of nations such as Brazil, Italy, West Germany and the world cup veterans of Uruguay.

France ’98 was another spectacle that amazed me. Seeing the killing off of giants such as Germany, Argentina, Italy and eventually Brazil, it occurred to me that anything could happen in football. I remember watching the quarter final match between Italy and France. The frustration with the Azzurri being unable to break the French defence. The Azzurri themselves being far too defensive, even for them. The golden goal rule was in effect and it was a scary two periods of extra time. However, when Di Biagio repeated the performance of Roberto Baggio only four years earlier (Baggio scored this time around) it was heartbreak at my Nonnos house. Everyone was speechless – even Nonna who got to have a glimpse at goalkeeper, Pagliuca’s bare bottom for a split second due to dodgy camera work, was upset.

2002 and again just like their cursed 1997 qualification campaign against Iran, Australia has failed to qualify. I really wanted the Azzurri to win this world cup. I was only 2 months old when they won it last, in 1982, and I wanted to be able to see them win it, at least once.

This wasn’t to be, South Korea emerged as an Asian giant to knock Italy out in the round of 16 and eventually gain fourth place in the cup as they lost the third place play-off match to Turkey 3-1 only two weeks later.

Brazil were winners over a strong and disciplined German side. It was good seeing Ronaldo celebrate after the heart break and speculation from four years earlier.

2006 and there is much indifference. I hadn’t followed football since that 2002 world cup. Even the Azzurri squad which contained some big names, were foreign to me. The heart break of 2002 possibly killed my interest in the world cup. Even having Australia participating was not enough for me to become interested.

Italy won in 2006. The sad thing however, is that I didn’t really care at the time. If they were to repeat this performance this time around, I would probably run through the streets naked (as promised by Maradona). However, back in 2006 I just didn’t have enough interest.

It’s 2010 and we are less than 12 hours away from the opening ceremony of Africa’s first world cup.

Do I believe that they are ready, as a nation, to hold the worlds biggest sporting event?

No. I do believe that a lot of the money put into the tournament could have gone to more beneficial areas.

However, this is the World Cup, and I hope that it goes off without a hitch and is a great spectacle of the world game.

It’s time for us to celebrate. It’s time to enjoy the greatest sport in the world.

Football, is again, centre stage.

Rantings of a Football Fan

12 May

According to mainstream media outlets in Australia, the only other place in the world where club football is played is in the UK. And the only four sides that exist are Manchester United, Chelsea, Arsenal and Liverpool. Oh yeah, and the Italians are cheats, the South Americans are drug-users and the Socceroos SHOULD win the next world cup because our boys have the ‘aussie spirit’ and hold ‘aussie values’.

And let’s not forget that the A-League has the greatest player in the world – Robbie Fowler – playing for one of its clubs. Raw talent and excitement like Fowler don’t come along very often. We are so lucky to have him play in our beautiful country and it’s very powerful league.

Sydney FC, according to most media outlets on the east coast, is the greatest football club ever. And over here in the west, Perth Glory is the greatest ‘soccer’ club in the world.

However, listen up football, because you better do as you’re told when the AFL and NRL want something their way. Because, we all know that they are the two biggest and most powerful sporting leagues in the world. I mean, how can you argue with the raw power of the AFL, which is a sport played in so many other countries. And it doesn’t matter if this is just at an amateur level, because it’s so quickly taking over the rest of the world. Pretty soon they’ll have major leagues dedicated to Aussie Rules everywhere!

Don’t worry though, football. Because the media says that you have enough decent stadiums, and if Australia gets the FIFA world cup… sorry, the ‘soccer’ world cup, then they should suffice for only the thousands of people that will want to come here and watch the matches… according to the media.

I’d like to deliver a big metaphoric slap in the face (and a literal one at certain types) to the Australian media. Particularly the media based in the west.

Why do the fans of football, REAL football, continually feel frustrated and betrayed? Why do we feel that there is a definite agenda where you do not want the world game to succeed in a nation where we supposedly take our sport very seriously? How can Australia call itself one of the greatest sporting nation on Earth when we struggle so much with the biggest sport on Earth? It is time that we woke up and got real!

Football is the fastest growing sport in Australia, particularly amongst the youth. The AFL and NRL are worried by this. Why? Because they have had the stranglehold on the nation for so long, that when people do realise the beauty of the world game, they’ll lose numbers, money and ultimately, power.

Just last week, the USA put in a fantastic bid to FIFA for the 2018/22 world cup. This is around the same time that the FFA did. Which one do you think would be more sold to Sepp Blatter and the officials at FIFA?

The NFL and NBA – two of the biggest sporting leagues in the United States, have put their full support behind the bid. What did the AFL and NRL do over here? Kicked up a big fuss about losing ticket sales over one month and then demanded compensation from an already cash-strapped FFA. Talk about toddler tantrums at the highest level!

I sat there, watching incredulously, as Andrew Demetriou, supreme commander of the Australian ‘Football’ League looked straight-faced at the camera on channel 7 news the other night, and demanded compensation from Ben Buckley and his boys at the FFA.

Let’s not forget now, that Ben used to work for Andrew less than two years ago at the AFL, so it’s no wonder when Andrew told him to jump, Ben asked, not only how high, but also thanked him for the order.

Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m not stating that Australia bow down to football and praise it as the greatest sport on Earth. We are all entitled to our own opinions. However, when a fantastic game such as the world game is not even given a chance because of some truly, uniquely Australian, messed up agenda, then that is when we should be crying foul.

There is not one remote chance given to football. And when there is the slightest thing that goes our way, we are told to stop our complaining – like a little kid that had to settle for vanilla because there were no other flavours – we should be lucky to have the chance.

I’ve seen a lot of BS in my relatively short life so far. And I’ve dealt enough BS to know when BS is BS and this, my friends, is… you guessed it; BS.

It appears my boycott on any free-to-air channels apart from SBS and ABC in my house isn’t working due to certain requirements of my wife, in that she tune into master chef, home and away and… *shiver* two and a half men. So sometimes, when channel 7, 9 or 10 happen to be on and I see the sports report come up, I still hear my heart thumping loudly away, waiting… just waiting for any glimpse of a news story that contains teams of football from OUTSIDE the English Premier League and does not contain the words; cocaine, match-fixing or *groan* diving.

Then my heart returns to normal because, after all, football isn’t played in any other country.