Cricket Tragedy

Nobody can fail to have been shocked and saddened last week by the tragic death of Australian cricketer Phil Hughes who, in a freak accident, lost his life when, during the course of a match, a cricket ball missed his safety helmet and struck him on the head. There will undoubtedly continue to be calls for increased safety measures in cricket and for a ball, bowled at the batsman, commonly referred to as a “bouncer”, to be banned. This is highly unlikely since statistics show that this was a one in a million accident. Fair enough, but what if you happen to be that one in a million?

Put very simply (and cricket is far from being a simple game) the job of the batsman is to score runs and the job of the bowler is to prevent him from so doing usually by bowling his ball on to the wicket, thus removing him from the game. The battle (isn’t it funny how sport is always described in terms of warfare?)between bowler and batsman is at the heart of cricket and their duel (see above)is pivotal to the result of the game. The bowler will use every bit of his power, skill, aggression and guile to beat the batsman and either strike his wicket or force him to make an unwise shot leading to a catch and dismissal.

It is fascinating to watch the bowler’s attempts to deceive the batsman with the ball bowled to the left or to the right, bowled short, bowled long, bowled slow, bowled with spin or bowled fast at speeds around 100mph. Sometimes the bowler will not attempt to hit the wicket at all but will instead bowl deliberately hard and fast at the batsman, not with the intention of inflicting bodily harm (so you would hope) but with the aim of unsettling and intimidating the batsman. It was such a ball that struck Phil Hughes.

There can be no blame attributed to the poor bowler since he was only doing what bowlers in all teams do throughout the cricket world. However, putting aside questions of morality, perhaps a simple question needs to be asked – Is it really necessary to bowl a cricket ball, not at the wicket, but deliberately at the batsman?

Never too Old

Amidst all the gloom of wars,  oppression and killer epidemics came an uplifting and heart-warming story in the weekend’s news. Appropriately enough, it concerned a heart surgeon who, on Saturday, completed the 21 mile cross English Channel swim.

Cross Channel swims are always impressive but rarely newsworthy since, whilst it is not an everyday event, several gifted athletes and enthusiastic amateurs seem to manage to do it each year. However, the reason this particular swim caught the world’s attention was that the swimmer, a South African called Otto Thaning, became, at the age of 73, the oldest person to complete it.

It must be hard enough to manage such a swim at any time and at any age enduring cold waters, fighting strong currents and dodging super-sized freighters plying their trade in one of the world’s busiest shipping channels. To do it at that age is truly mind-blowing.

Mr Thaning, who trained as a heart surgeon under  Dr Christian Barnard (the man who completed the world’s first successful human to human heart transplant in 1967), actually completed the swim back in 1994 so he knew what to expect but that hardly diminishes his achievement.

When interviewed, Mr Thaning said “My wish was basically to promote the idea that people over the age of 70 can do things like this if they look after themselves and work hard”.

What a man and what a great philosophy for life.

 

The Commonwealth

The Commonwealth Games, which finished last week, turned out to be the great success that we had all hoped for. The host nation, Scotland, did an excellent job in organising and presenting the Games and it was wonderful to see so many athletes from across the world competing so hard to win medals for their countries.

As an Englishman, I was obviously delighted that England finished overall champions but that was almost by the by since the thing that impressed me most of all was the wide diversity of the competing nations.

To many, the Commonwealth is simply an anachronism representing, at is it does, the last reminders of the former British Empire. But what a reminder it is. Even a brief look at the location of member nations such as Canada, Jamaica, South Africa, Kenya, India and Australia is to take a lesson in world geography. All four corners of the globe touched by our tiny island.

It was all a long time ago of course, but not that long. History shows that all empires inevitably decline and fall and the beginning of Britain’s decline can be traced back to a date commemorated across the world earlier this week. That date was August 4th 1914, the beginning of the First World War, a war that claimed over a million British and Empire lives and sent the Empire on a downward financial spiral from which it never recovered.

Vote Winner

Last week the Labour Party announced that, should it be returned to power after next year’s general election, it was considering the imposition of a financial levy on English football’s Premier League. Sport and politics are usually best kept apart but these proposals will, I’m sure, resonate with many of us.

Almost daily we read of the mind-blowing figures involved at the highest levels of sport and particularly football. For example the Premier League recently entered into a three season contract with the big television companies whereby the League will receive £3 billion in viewing rights. Add to this the fact that certain top players are receiving up to £250,000 a week just for playing the game it is easy to see why there is a certain (putting it very mildly!) disaffection with the game.

The backdrop to this is the continued sale of sports playing fields by local authorities, a distinct lack of funding, a lack of facilities throughout the land and a lack of emphasis on sport and personal fitness in many of our state schools. Indeed, it was estimated that last year a mere £5 million was spent by local authorities on the maintenance of football facilities nationwide – put another way, less than half of what some of the top Premier League footballers were paid in the same period.

So the Labour Party’s proposal to take some of the money from the top level of the game and spend it at grass-roots level appears to be a good one. In addition they are considering a further tax on the betting industry which evidently turns over in excess of £6 billion each year.

One doesn’t have to be a socialist to relish the thought of money being taken from fat capitalists to be spent not on fast cars and luxury yachts but on the construction of facilities for disadvantaged children in the poorer areas of our country. A vote winner, for sure.

Preparing for Success

So one of the best football world cups in recent memory has finally come to an end and few will disagree that the trophy was won by the best team in the competition as well as probably the best prepared.

As just a small example of the German team’s meticulous planning and attention to detail, consider their choice of base for the tournament.

The north of Brazil is a lot hotter and more humid than the south in the tournament months of June and July, so most teams chose to base themselves in the more comfortable south even though this meant that they would have to travel hundreds of miles to compete in games scheduled to take place in the north.

The Germans, knowing that all their group games were in the north, decided to base themselves there and save on the disruption that travel would undoubtedly bring. They even went so far as to construct their own exclusive training complex – the only World Cup building project to be completed on time.

The German victory in last night’s final should have surprised nobody. As Alexander Graham Bell once said, “Before anything else, preparation is the key to success.”

Football Unmuzzled

Evidently the grandmother of Luis Suarez, the disgraced Uruguayan footballer expelled from the world cup for biting an opponent for the third time in his career, complained that her grandson had been thrown out  “like a dog”.

Her comment is perfectly apposite; if her grandson behaves like a dog he can have no complaints if he is then treated like one.

Short of muzzling Suarez, or forcing him to wear one of those lampshade things that dogs wear to prevent them from self-harming, the football authorities had no choice but to throw him out of the competition.

That said, I’m in the camp of those who feel sorry for the guy; sorry that his supreme talent is blemished by what is clearly some sort of psychological problem. I hope he receives the help he needs.

 

Not Good Enough

So another world cup has ended prematurely for England but, never mind, it’s not as if we weren’t expecting it. Unfortunately, the finger pointing has started again and the press, as ever looking for a scapegoat, are questioning the abilities of the manager and the so-called key players. They are wasting their time since the only logical explanation for the team’s latest demise is that they were simply not good enough.

Still, at least we Englishmen and women who love football for the wonderful game that it is can now enjoy the tournament as excited neutrals free of  the  gut-wrenching  and emotional roller-coaster of watching our national team. Football at its best is unlike any other game on earth and the joy of watching the best players in the world on the highest stage in the world is more than adequate consolation for a nation disappointed once more by its own failings.

For those unable to lift their heads from the trough of despair, fear not. Rugby union’s world cup takes place next year and the big difference between rugby and football (two games, incidentally, invented by the English) is that we actually have a rugby team capable of competing with the very best. There, that feels better. Sort of!

Singing the National Anthem

At the end of this week football’s World Cup 2014 gets under way in Brazil. Amidst their preparations the England team have been told by their manager to sing the national anthem at the start of each game.

Some commentators have said the manager is wrong and it should be a matter of choice for the individual player.

Maybe it should, and I’m all for freedom of choice but, I really cannot understand why any proud sportsman selected to play for his country, particularly at the highest level, would not want to bellow out his national anthem until his lungs are fit to burst.

It certainly doesn’t appear to be a problem for most other nations.

No Right to Success

It seems to me that three factors determine the attainment of success; talent, hard work and luck. Of those, the latter is probably the most important for no matter how skilful or hard working you are, if lady luck isn’t on your side then you’re going nowhere.

The trouble with luck, unlike talent and hard work, is that nobody has an exclusive right to her favours, she cannot be controlled and, unlike the other two, is fickle and capricious. She can easily take away that which she once gave so freely.

It must be difficult and quite humbling, after spending years at the top of the tree, to suddenly find that your success and good fortune have disappeared and you are now sharing a branch with lesser mortals.

That, I’m afraid is life, it happens and you have to get on with it, work hard, use your talent and hope that lady luck once more smiles your way.

A thought that the fans of the country’s largest football club would do well to digest as the rest of us bid them a sincere welcome to the real world!

The Beautiful Game

There were two news stories in the weekend’s press regarding our national game and neither made for particularly good reading.

The first concerned one of the most corrupt stories in the history of what worldwide appears to be anything but a “beautiful game”. It was hardly a new story – more like an old one reheated – but still shocking enough to cause a sharp intake of breath.

I imagine that most football fans were at least a little suspicious on hearing, a couple of years ago, that football’s ruling body (Fifa) had awarded Qatar the 2022 World Cup. Qatar, though exceedingly wealthy, is a small desert country with no history of football and a summer climate hot enough at 50C to exhaust the average bloke walking the couple of hundred yards to his local camel store.  Suspicions of skulduggery were vindicated when it was subsequently revealed that a number of men on the committee responsible for awarding the World Cup had somehow accumulated several million dollars via bank accounts linked to the Qatari multi-millionaire Mohamed Bin Hammam.

The news this week that the FBI, rather than the inept, self-serving and self-congratulatory Fifa  are now conducting a thorough investigation into the affair following the discovery that at least some of the bribe money was linked to a New York bank account ratchets the story up another couple of levels. Perhaps it will result in Qatar being stripped of its award and the World Cup being given to a true footballing nation but somehow I doubt it. Money trumps fans any day of the week.

The second story concerned Saturday’s Premier League game between Chelsea and Arsenal where the referee, aided by two assistants and the fourth official, sent off the wrong player for deliberate handball. Television replays showed clearly who the culprit was and even if, somehow, the referee wasn’t to know that (though the incident took place right in front of him) the fourth official, aided by technology, certainly was. Even when the culprit himself came up to the referee and said “It was me ref” the referee ignored him. Aside from the clear incompetence of the officials who, as one leading ex-referee stated this weekend, should not officiate again this season (why just this season?)is there any reason why football cannot avail itself of the technology used by other sports?

Every year this question is raised but the arrogant authorities (in the case of Fifa no doubt too busy enjoying their Qatar bonuses) say that football doesn’t need it. Well it obviously does and until football drags itself into the 21st century and uses the instant replays and transparent fairness of other sports, such as American Football for example, the “beautiful game” will remain stuck in a murky dank time warp of corruption and incompetence.