Thursday 12 June 2014

1966 And All That

In 1966, when England won the World Cup for the first and so far only time, I was eight years old and had no interest in football. I recall that my Dad watched the Final against West Germany and that I was in the room at the time, but I was more interested in a Batman comic than the match.
While Geoff Hurst was doing this, I was reading Batman.
By 1970 I had become fanatical about football and the Mexico World Cup was my first opportunity to watch the tournament properly. Perhaps because it was the first World Cup that I saw I still regard it as the best that I have witnessed. This was the first tournament covered by television to the point of saturation but it was also the tournament that produced the team that many regard as the finest international eleven of all time, the Brazil side that featured Pele, Rivelino, Tostao, Carlos Alberto and Jarizinho. Almost all of the games in which Brazil were involved in were classics. Stand out moments included Pele's duel with Bobby Moore in the England game and Gordon Banks' save in the same match; Pele's audacious dummy in their match with Uruguay and his long range lob against Czechoslovakia and of course the final itself and the Brazilian's 4-1 demolition of Italy in which captain Carlos Alberto scored a goal of exquisite grace and power that epitomised his team.[1]

Bobby Moore and Pele in the days when football was about the sport.
Four years later and I would dash home from school to catch the afternoon matches in the 1974 World Cup in West Germany. Despite England's failure to qualify for the finals there was much to enjoy with the emergence of the Dutch as a force in international football, the charismatic Johann Cruyff and their brand of "total football." If subsequent tournaments did not quite reach the heights of Mexico '70, I still pored over fixtures and television schedules to make sure I caught as many games as I could, with the 1990 finals in Italy being a particular high point. England so nearly repeated their win of 1966, losing to Germany in the semi-final on penalties, an outcome we seem destined to repeat with monotonous regularity. Over the years I have watched World Cup matches in pubs, on tiny portable TV's at work, rushed home from the office to see the second half of games and stayed up late to watch matches from the other side of the globe. There was a time when I would have moved heaven and earth to watch a game, especially an England game, but times change.

Forty eight years after that England triumph, forty four years after that brilliant Brazil team enchanted the football world, another World Cup kicks off today in Brazil with the hosts playing Croatia. Whereas back in 1970 and 1974, and to some extent in 1990, I was eager to watch as many games as possible, I now find it difficult to get excited about the competition. I know that England play their first match on Saturday against Italy, but other than that it is all a bit vague; I certainly have not made any special arrangements to watch any of the games. Sadly my enthusiasm has waned over the years and whereas I would once not contemplated missing the final and certainly not an England game, how many games I see will depend upon what else I might have to do by way of alternative[2] and as for the final, well I've seen too many disappointing matches since 1970 to get excited by the prospect. 

I do not think that I am alone in becoming disenchanted by the World Cup. It may be a function of age (I think we all have a tendency to look at the past through rose tinted spectacles), but there is now so much that is wrong with the competition, so little to admire and enjoy, too much controversy and alleged corruption. The World Cup has become a soulless money making machine. Perhaps I am being naive; the 1970 World Cup that I look back on with such affection was not without its controversy. The decision to give the tournament to Mexico was made against a backdrop of lobbying and political posturing while moving kick-off times for some games to mid-day for the benefit of European TV was an early example of broadcaster's unhealthy influence at such events. Furthermore the arrest of England skipper Bobby Moore in Columbia for the alleged theft of a bracelet was seen by some as an attempt to discredit him and wreck England's chances. Controversy has not been far away from the tournament in subsequent years; from allegations of match fixing to charges of bribery and corruption, the World Cup would be incomplete without some scandal or another.

Preparations for Brazil's hosting of the tournament have been marred by the deaths of eight people working on the construction of the stadia between November 2013 and May 2014 and there have been protests among the populace about the amount of money being spent on the tournament as well as concerns about safety and transport[3]. And it isn't just the 2014 World Cup that has been troubled; the decision to award the 2022 tournament to Qatar is probably the most contentious in World Cup history while the choice of Russia as hosts of the 2018 competition has not been universally popular either.

Construction of stadia in Brazil has been marred by accidents.

An artist's impression of a proposed stadium for Qatar 2022

My disenchantment with the World Cup is threefold. Firstly the bloated nature of the competition. It used to be about the sixteen top footballing nations competing to see who was best in the world; now it is about thirty two countries, many of whom are just making up the numbers, playing to make Fifa, their sponsors and various hangers on oodles of cash: the glory of winning the World Cup itself seems to have become a secondary consideration. Where once a nation could take pride in hosting the World Cup they now do so certain in the knowledge that they will be left with a legacy of debt and derelict stadiums (South Africa was a prime example[4]). Then there is the blatant exploitation of the public who national football associations, kit and souvenir manufacturers expect to pay outrageous prices for tickets and merchandise.[5]

One of the stadiums built for South Africa 2010 that now lies idle and almost derelict.

Thirdly, this year we have had the English Football Association's public relations own goal that came when Greg Dyke announced the ill conceived idea for a third division in the Football League to include Premier League B teams.[6] For once the preparations for England's World Cup campaign this time appeared to have avoided the usual jingoism and spectacularly misplaced optimism that usually typify their appearance at World Cup finals (even if this was replaced by an undertone of hoping against hope that the Three Lions might emerge triumphant). The average fan might have been inclined to look sympathetically on Roy Hodgson and his charges, until this was totally undone by Greg Dyke's pronouncements, made with the apparent belief that football supporters, particularly those of lower Football League sides and those in the Conference, would happily sacrifice the integrity of their clubs and the competitions they play in on the off-chance that the national team might be successful.

Sepp Blatter

Add to this the increasingly outrageous, extravagant and outlandish behaviour of Fifa, an organisation who are apparently accountable to no one, and sadly I find it hard to warm to the prospect of this World Cup tournament. No doubt I shall watch some of it, but certainly not as much as in days of yore.




[1] In case you have never seen it before, Brazil's fourth goal can be viewed here: http://www.bbc.co.uk/sport/0/football/27005795
[2] I have just noticed that the date and time of England's last group match clashes with a radio show I have tickets for, so that is one game I may not see much of for a start.
[3]  How immoral is it that Fifa spent £10m on the draw alone in a country where 16 million people live in poverty and earn less than £27 per month?

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