World Cup 2022
Football fans who tend to get their news nourishment from limp-wristed, knitted-sweater, bleeding heart leftie liberal outlets (or pretty much anything to the left of the Daily Stormer) will probably have noticed a consensus. Certain topics now appear in articles with increasing regularity, like a checklist of targets to hit: FFP or lack thereof, the super league fiasco, ticket/subscription/merchandise prices, all sorts of shady oligarchs, arms dealers and human rights abusers (some of them actual state actors) waltzing through the laughable fit-and-proper-person test, and so on. Many of these will seep into the pieces that are ostensibly about on-pitch happenings, and all of it nudges you towards one inescapable conclusion:
Football is shit.
Perhaps the most hot-button topic of all, and one that adds a very modern moral quandary to the game, is sportswashing. The Saudi takeover of Newcastle has been a major catalyst, since it came hot on the heels of other naked sporting power plays such as F1 races, wacky new golf tours and heavyweight boxing bouts designed to soothe our memories of unfortunate events like the Jamal Khashoggi hackathon. (Fair play to WWE, however, who have been way ahead of the game in chasing that sweet oil cash.).
August's Man City-Newcastle 3-3 thriller was inevitably billed as the Sportswash Derby, the callow Saudi arrivistes going toe-to-toe with their trailblazing Abu Dhabi neighbours and coming away with a result. Eddie Howe appears to be doing a bang-up job as the Magpies' boss, but the discourse around the club can't avoid the political stuff for too long. Here's the Guardian's reliably snarky take on one press conference answer (the links inevitably lead to coverage of various human rights violations):
At least Howe has shown more PR nous than Phil Mickelson. Anyway, some Toon Army fans have cosplayed as their new Sheikh overlords, others have been more circumspect, but few have stayed away, with average attendances of circa 52K matching or exceeding pre-pandemic levels. But there's always the questions, always the insinuations. For example, here's a recent Twitter exchange in which The Guardian’s Barney Ronay and the Independent’s Miguel Delaney defend the right to bring every footballing conversation back to sportswashing (I paraphrase, but not by much.).
Opinions vary on which of the Great Covid Lockdowns was the worst. For many, the third one that spanned an enormous chunk of early 2021 wins hands down for its sheer length. But for me, Lockdown 1 in 2020 was a miserable desert where we were all terrified to leave our homes and there was NO SPORT WHATSOEVER to distract me from my airless, hermetically-sealed existence.* Sport, for me, is a lifeline of pure escapism, as well as a useful channel for all my pesky pent-up emotions.
Nonetheless, the obvious and most reliably pious course of action would be to boycott watching the World Cup and then to renounce football completely. But would that be enough in and of itself? A key theme, reading pieces such as this one from Barney Ronay (again)** or this classic of the genre from Football365’s John Nicholson, is that everybody connected with football has allowed this shitshow to happen. As fans, we have either passively sat on our hands while prices, wages and agents fees have skyrocketed, or actively contributed to the madness by continuing to go to games, subscribing to Sky/BT/Amazon, buying all the rip-off merch, etc. Most of us haven’t gone so far as dressing up as our new human rights-averse owners. But the vast majority, if and when our club gets a sniff of a new benefactor, will happily welcome the cash injection with little or no regard to where the hell it came from. The conclusion here (and one that also applies to those lucky souls like John and Barney who get paid to write about the game) is that you’re allowed to carry on watching, but only if you - and by extension, everybody you talk to - feel really guilty about it.
Anyways, enjoy the tournament everyone! (Oh, and come on England.)
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* Granted, we were also struggling to entertain our stuck-at-home three-year-old with undiagnosed Coeliac, but that’s another story.
** Apologies to Pseuds Corner favourite Barney for dunking on him twice in one post. I’m sure he’d be delighted to know that I really do rate him as a journalist.
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