Friday, 30 March 2012

Humble heroes always defeat flawed geniuses!

Greetings armchairsports fans!

My apoligies for the delay in post these past few weeks, usual excuses...been busy, etc.

Bearing in mind that the events almost a fortnight ago at White Hart Lane served as a reminded to all sportsfans of the fragility of all things and thus an attempt at a light-hearted whimsical piece of prose didn't seem right at all.

Everything has already been said about Muamba in all media forms so it goes without saying that we all hope to see him back of the field of play in some capactiy down the line.

What was more remarkable about the ensuing days was the speed and grace at which the footballing community banded together. For so long in the past and in particular this season the headlines have read like the scenes for a soap opera.

Its especially amazing to see what can be achieved when football doesn't bicker with each other and just gets along.  Such was the 'din' at the Reebok last week from both sets of fans it what was also an excellent match of which Muamba would've been proud to have been a part of...albeit from his hospital bed.


Muamba tweets this picture of himself recovering...still smiling!

Whilst Muamba and his recovery has been in the forefront of everyones mind there has been a major sport (well sort of) ocurring on other continents that has somewhat been brushed off the back pages.

Formula 1's new season opened a fortnight ago with the Melbourne GP, followed by round 2 in Malaysia a week later. Yes I'm aware that not being on at a sensible hour means many miss the opening gambits of the 2012 season but there has been some interesting developments (even for a non-motorsporter like myself).

Great to see Kimi Raikkonen has pulled himself away from the Vodka luge, rallying and snow-mobile racing and decided to get paid millions to Vodka luge, snow-mobile race and drive F1's this year instead. Still worth it for his scintilating press conferences with excellent in depth analysis from the Finn.


'Are you ok to drive Kimi?'

McLaren seemed to have pulled their fingers out this year which poses a new conundrum for them and many of us...Button or Hamilton?

This got me thinking about how us as sportsfans determine who we want to win?

We all support through different subcategories; nationality (we want our country to win, or our golfer, tennis player, etc), territory (our local team, local player, etc) generational (we grew up following/supporting) and finally of course by choice.

When these categories either don't exist for us during a sporting event we lean towards the team/player/person,etc that we prefer on a personal level. In a way we judge them based not on their abilities but rather their personality and charcter traits.

Back to the orginal arguement of Button v. Hamilton, both talented drivers, both British, both driving for a British team, what difference? Jenson Button probably isn't a saint, but against Hamilton he's just a nicer chap. Doesn't get stroppy with camermen and reporters, isn't complaining about the car, the team...just getting on with it.

He's humble and that's why we like him.

Messi v. Ronaldo - two players on top of their game, playing in same league for two of the worlds greatest clubs. Yet Messi is by far and away more popular because he doesn't carry on about it, winking at cameras, doing fasion shoots and castrol commercials.



Like chalk and cheese really isn't it?

Warne v Muralitharan - test crickets greatest wicket takers any well...I think you can work that one out for yourselves really. 

Wherever you look both recently and in the annuls of sport these comparisons between greats appear and yet we always side with one, everyone does.

Ineveitably you'd rather have a quiet beer with Button, Messi and Muralitharan but if you're wanting a all night bender then Hamilton, Ronaldo and Warne are your type.

Call me old fashioned but I rather fancy a quiet one?



Thursday, 8 March 2012

AVB gets his P45

G'day armchairsports fans!

This blog comes to you live from Australia where in sunny...no wait, rainy...no, windy Melbourne has greeted me with a plethora of sport...or not.

I'd hoped to bring you news of a vast array of sporting events from the colony but for a country and indeed a city where sporting contest is a religion I'm finding it rather atheist at this point in time.

Perhaps its my fault for visiting during the few so-called dry patches on the sporting calender. March is tradionally the transition between summer and winter sports whereby the cricket, golf and tennis is done and dusted and the rugby league/union and AFL isn't yet into full swing.

In saying that though both cricket and footy is still being played and the confused expressions on the locals faces tells a story.

By all accounts the current one-day series which reaches its climax later today between Australia and Sri Lanka has been one to remember.

Tight matches, brilliant individual and team efforts to boot. So it bloody well should...it stretches over 15 matches!  If you hadn't had any good cricket in that amount you'd be worried.

For many the highlight has been the performance of the touring Sri Lankan side. The talented, plucky and hungry underdog has showed us all what it means to play a game for the love of it and your country (are you listening Kevin Pietersen).

Add to that they are playing for no wages as the governing cricket body can't afford to pay them a penny. If they win this evening then the prize money will be shared amongst every member of the squad, playing or not, even those whom went home due to injury. Bravo!


Brett Lee laments betting his match fee against the Sri Lankans

I had hoped to bring you football (or soccer as its so wrongly referred to here) news this time around.

However after almost a week here the only real event has been feeling tha the A-league is heading the wrong direction with poor crowds and even poorer standard games. So the least said about it the better really.

Besides it is hard to ignore the major football story that broke on Sunday, the demise of the 'not-so-special one mkII.

You can't but feel sorry for AVB at this moment in time, he really didn't have a snow flakes chance in hell for the moment he walked into Stamford Bridge.

His arrival came with the vision of a dynamic and vibrant young manager willing to change the style of play and attitude of the English game. Unfortunately he didn't have a squad full of Messi's - rather just a big mess!

Chelsea never had the players to formulate a slick 4-3-3 attacking passing side and yet AVB pressed on with his remit, perhaps because he knew no other way or indeed was directed as such by Tsar Abramovich.

The outcome was always going to be the same. Ageing squad of players, big egos, demanding fans and an even more demanding top office. After a string of poor results and more importantly a likely exit from the Champions league had seen the Gulag warden cleaning and readying his Kalashnikov.

AVB is not totally blameless. Many armchair sportsfans has seen his tactics falter against sides who'd simply been disicplined and canny enough to expose the weaknesses of this Chelsea side.


From here AVB can get the perfect view of his high defensive line

It will be interesing to see how Matteo deploys his team and tactics this weekend against Stoke.

You'd hope he'll be able to run the side without any pressure from above. Given that he is only a stop gap until the next poor sod has a wad of oil-stained roubles waved under his nose.

Who'd want a job that doesn't secure you even with a near 70% win ratio? Grant, Scolari, Ancelotti, et al all had above 60% win rates and some even delivered silverware and league titles.

Clearly the Tsar is obsessed with the Champions League more than ever before and therefore only a winning European cup manager will do. As such options are slim at best.

All of Chelsea wants Jose to return but with Real Madrid leading La Liga and still in the Champions League perhaps it's not so simple? Maybe if he beats Barcelona in the final...then the door will open.

Some had said Rafa has thrown his hat in the ring, merely in the hope he can get Nando to remember he's worth 50mil and not 50p.

Pep Guardiola has also been touted as the man to save the day. Who'd be crazy to leave the Nou Camp during this dynasty of players? They've just routed last years German runners-up 10-2 on aggregate, Messi scores 5!

Perhaps tearing apart teams does get a bit dull after a while, he certainly wouldn't have the problem at Chelsea.


Pep displaying his job satisfaction level at Barcelona

Does this look like a man who'd swap Messi for a mess?

No doubt somebody will, the Chelsea kit man is already sewing a great big target on the back of a tailored Armani suit.

Hooroo sportsfans!