Let's kick money out of football
Sean O'Conor
Some nuts think the world will be no more in 2012 (hopefully after
the Olympics is over), but for English football's traditions
the end is nigh once more after Tuesday's dies irae.
The shock-horror arrival of Dubai billions at Manchester City,
followed by their first trophy, Robinho, was mirrored by two old-style
English managers, Alan Curbishley and Kevin Keegan, exiting stage
left.
The Sky-fuelled Premier League has been chipping away at the soul
of the game since it started in 1993.
Beloved stadium names have been replaced by here today, gone tomorrow
sponsor labels, ticket prices have shot up astronomically, the title
race has shrunken to three teams and the England team's importance
has been pushed to the back of the queue with an invasion of foreign
players. Now this week has brought definitive proof that the cult
of the manager - a man imprinting his personality on his team,
will soon be gone, too.
The 'characters' of the 1970s - Bill Shankly,
Jock Stein, Brian Clough, Tommy Docherty and Malcolm Allison, are
mere memories, replaced by subservient head coaches who have little
say on who is bought and sold.
This is less about control than communication. Managers have always
spent directors' money, so what happened at Newcastle and
West Ham if the clubs were not telling their coaches they were trying
to offload their favourite players?
One problem with allowing investors without a football heritage
in is they can mis-understand the nuances of the game, in this case
the dynamics of the manager-director relationship. Of course not
all English football traditions were noble and it was a good thing
that Alan Sugar and Simon Jordan for instance, incomers to the game's
running in the 1990s, blew the whistle on some of the worst of them.
But in handing a club over to anyone who comes along with a fat
wallet, the risk of throwing the baby out with the bath water is
evident. How long, one cannot but wonder, will Mark Hughes last
now he has been publicly airbrushed by the Arabs in charge with
regards to Robinho.
What is for sure is that Newcastle and West Ham were up the creek
financially if they felt they had to place so many players up for
sale. Once more, English clubs have only themselves to blame for
not being able to balance books properly, but that a potential fire-sale
came as news to their 'head coaches' shows how badly
run they are in other ways.
A nation headed for recession might correct some of the cowboy
spending clubs have indulged in the past few years, but with the
Abu Dhabi consortium charging into the Eastlands all guns blazing
with promises to rule the world (Peter Kenyon take note), the stragglers
(about 85 clubs at the last count) will continue their futile gambling.
City's chief executive Gary Cook let the cat out of the
bag with his urging of a 14-team Premier League with no promotion
or relegation, a prospect of which PL chief Richard Scudamore is
apparently in favour. What a bleak future that picture paints, with
meaningless matches week after week in the Premier League and no
team in the Championship able to reach the top division ever again.
This week I discussed this with my father, who began watching
football in the 1940s and he told me you never knew which team were
going to win the league - imagine! When I began watching in the
1980s, you did - Liverpool, who were not wildly outspending
the other clubs but rather relying on the best coach and playing
style.
If money rules the roost these days, then let's dismantle
its perch. Automatons like Cook exist because they have learnt to
exploit the faith of us fans. Not buying satellite TV packages,
replica shirts and season tickets would send them packing once their
profits ebb. With a bit of know-how you can watch games live on
your PC for free, anyway.
Once the money-men have got bored with football and departed for
more prosperous climbs, we can start reclaiming our game and buying
season tickets without fuelling the game's destruction. Let's
face it, the football authorities and our governments are not about
to step in and slay the monster they were complicit in creating.
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