The first installment of Football and Literature featured Joe Stretch’s Wildlife, a book that contained direct references to football. For this article, we will move away from a direct to connection to football, we will however remain in the realm of sport, and still, footy.
Norman Mailer’s The Fight is a New Journalistic account of the ‘Rumble in the Jungle’, Ali versus Foreman, 1974, in Zaire, Africa. The book, as with all New Journalistic writing, doesn’t simply report, it conveys a substance beyond the facts. Mailer sets the personality clash of the two fighters against the simultaneously inviting and rejecting location of Zaire. The book perfectly communicates the role of personality beyond skill in such individual sporting clashes. As much as this fight was a contest between differing boxing styles, it was a match between the different attitudes that represented these styles. The root of Mailer’s effort is in the fascinating character of his dual subjects: Ali and Foreman.
Football, of course, is an eleven-a-side affair. But, the style/personality clashes that Mailer so ably conveys appear in two ways within football.
Firstly, each team carries a philosophy. In some cases, this approach is young and new, the passing style you may expect Martinez to introduce at Wigan for example. For some teams, a team wide philosophy is built over many years, i.e. Arsene Wenger’s belief in youth and the importance of selling players soon after the reach their peak. It is clear that the heavyweights of football are the managers, if Mailer were to write a book on the Premier League; maybe Ferguson would be his Ali, with Wenger riding the ropes as Foreman. Each manager has a selection of punches to throw, Giggs has long being Ferguson’s left hook, and last season, Delap was Tony Pulis’ long arm jab. Beyond the manager though, every team has a personality, and this persona is organic. This is most clear when you see a manager struggling; his input is outweighed by the mutating attitude of the team. There are other factors, such as club ownership, but teams like Newcastle for example, tend to have a negative attitude that outlives multiple managers. There needs to be balance between the manager’s input and the team’s, manager’s personality might be Ali’s right, whilst the team’s collective attitude could act as his left. In combination, the rights and lefts of each team square off against each other in every game, and they represent the battle of personality.
Secondly, Mailer’s effort links to the public thirst/interest for individual battles within the eleven-a-side game. A strong example of this is the conflict between Roy Keane and Patrick Vieira, an ongoing contest that was summed up by the cult-hit video of their spat in the tunnel in 2004. This was the pinnacle of clash in ideology, but similarly, it was a case of two players with a similarly overpowering will. Further, how often does the media seek to boil down a game to an individual battle? Each match is built from a series of individual battles, which build into a team battle. No goal is a result of one single battle; there is a build up of play that leads to a one-on-one with the keeper or a winger embarrassing a fullback. But, we like to see a match hinging on a fight between two players. We remember Thierry Henry’s consistent embarrassment of Jamie Carragher, or the amusing clip of Phillip Lahm battling Jan Koller in a Haye/Valuev style of encounter. We think about Seaman’s elbow versus McAllister in Euro 96 and Vinnie Jones grabbing Gazza’s balls.
The Fight teaches us as much about team sport as it does about individual sport. All sport is a battle between two entities, and where we can, whether we want to boil it down to its smallest element: two ideologies going at it until one succumbs, or the pair walk away in mutual admiration. With the Premier League starting on Saturday, give it a go, try tand focus on the individual battles and consider their role in making football so successful. Modern sport isn’t just about wins, draws and losses, it’s about personalities and philosophies that are widely known and widely established. These elements cannot exist without the individual fights that we love to watch and talk about, no matter how insignificant or ancillary they are to the final result. Vieira and Keane’s scuffle didn’t even take place on the pitch, but it remains iconic – simply, we just can’t resist the stuff.
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Monday, 10 August 2009
Sunday, 26 July 2009
Football and Literature #1: 'Wildlife' by Joe Stretch
I've just finished reading Wildlife by Joe Stretch. It's a freshly sharpened novel that takes on social networking and blogging, and the blur that occurs between these spheres and reality. The characters are on the trail of an upcoming mass change in society that will result in the introduction of a 'Wild World'. These characters bleed into internet and technology, whilst the web and technology squats on/in them.
The various extremes and conventions of Wildlife are worthy of lengthy discussion, and if you do read it, ring me for a pint and a discussion. I'll turn up. But, the concern here is the arrival of football in literature, and in Wildlife, the narrative dumps the characters into a banqueting suite at Stamford Bridge for the conclusion of their journey. The windows of the room where Ian The Dickhead begins to introduce the 'Wild World' provide a view of an ongoing Chelsea match.
Inside the suite, one bloke shouts 'Come on, Chelsea' whilst another responds with 'Fuck off, Chelsea.' There is a glass barrier between the insanity of the Wild World intro and the clash of teams occurring on the pitch, but the two elements are connected. The attendees to the football match create an intense community, momentary and anonymous. They might know the season ticket holder two seats across from them or their mate from work, who's come down, but in the large part, they don't know anyone -- but, they have to act as a community for ninety minutes. The anonymity and short lived commune is similar to the nature of web communities, where Joe Stretch sees fleeting moments and relationships between people with no real-life avatar. The difference lies in the fact that the 20/30/40/50/60/70,000 fans at a Premier League game all have a destination and a desire: 90 minutes of play and a win for their team. The characters who sit down in the banqueting suite of Stretch's novel, Joe, Life and Sam the Man, amongst others, have no destination and no real desire. By placing his protagonists within the environment of a tightly fought football match, Stretch forces us to realise their lack of place within a false community.
This point is further intensified by the escape of El Rogerio and Anka, from the madness of the banqueting sweet, to the magnificence of the pitch. As a goal hungry Frank Lampard closes in on the penalty box, Anka rides El Rogerio in pursuit. Quickly, the moment collapses with a large exclamation (I'll leave it for you to read), and the exultant connection between the web-based, life-hungry couple and the football match is over. Over, it seems, but the ref awards a free kick and they carry on. The football match continues because reality (and football) cannot cease under the pressure of a big/unusual event. Servers, websites and blogs however, will overload when the moment becomes too large to manage.
Next, El Rogerio and Anka accomplish ultimate communion in the Chelsea changing rooms and their conclusion is completely separate from the Dickhead's 'Wild World'. They've participated, albeit fantastically, in the game, and consequently the technology that has seeped into and influenced them, falls away. This occurs because they have broken the glass windows of the banqueting suite and burst into a real-life community. The entirely human moment of the football match emancipates them, and it is consequently a crucial, and well chosen, pivot for Stretch's novel.
The various extremes and conventions of Wildlife are worthy of lengthy discussion, and if you do read it, ring me for a pint and a discussion. I'll turn up. But, the concern here is the arrival of football in literature, and in Wildlife, the narrative dumps the characters into a banqueting suite at Stamford Bridge for the conclusion of their journey. The windows of the room where Ian The Dickhead begins to introduce the 'Wild World' provide a view of an ongoing Chelsea match.
Inside the suite, one bloke shouts 'Come on, Chelsea' whilst another responds with 'Fuck off, Chelsea.' There is a glass barrier between the insanity of the Wild World intro and the clash of teams occurring on the pitch, but the two elements are connected. The attendees to the football match create an intense community, momentary and anonymous. They might know the season ticket holder two seats across from them or their mate from work, who's come down, but in the large part, they don't know anyone -- but, they have to act as a community for ninety minutes. The anonymity and short lived commune is similar to the nature of web communities, where Joe Stretch sees fleeting moments and relationships between people with no real-life avatar. The difference lies in the fact that the 20/30/40/50/60/70,000 fans at a Premier League game all have a destination and a desire: 90 minutes of play and a win for their team. The characters who sit down in the banqueting suite of Stretch's novel, Joe, Life and Sam the Man, amongst others, have no destination and no real desire. By placing his protagonists within the environment of a tightly fought football match, Stretch forces us to realise their lack of place within a false community.
This point is further intensified by the escape of El Rogerio and Anka, from the madness of the banqueting sweet, to the magnificence of the pitch. As a goal hungry Frank Lampard closes in on the penalty box, Anka rides El Rogerio in pursuit. Quickly, the moment collapses with a large exclamation (I'll leave it for you to read), and the exultant connection between the web-based, life-hungry couple and the football match is over. Over, it seems, but the ref awards a free kick and they carry on. The football match continues because reality (and football) cannot cease under the pressure of a big/unusual event. Servers, websites and blogs however, will overload when the moment becomes too large to manage.
Next, El Rogerio and Anka accomplish ultimate communion in the Chelsea changing rooms and their conclusion is completely separate from the Dickhead's 'Wild World'. They've participated, albeit fantastically, in the game, and consequently the technology that has seeped into and influenced them, falls away. This occurs because they have broken the glass windows of the banqueting suite and burst into a real-life community. The entirely human moment of the football match emancipates them, and it is consequently a crucial, and well chosen, pivot for Stretch's novel.
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Literature,
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