Four-one against France. After the three-nil victory over Italy with which Oranje started the tournament, the big worry was that this was a fluke, a one-off. With this game Oranje proved it wasn’t, that they won against Italy not because Italy was so bad (though they were) but because the team was so good. Against France they had to struggle harder to win, but they still won. So Oranje is now through to the quarter finals and the country is very very happy indeed for a team nobody had much trust in before the tournament started.
Football
Marco: respect
Bloody hell.
3-0? Against Italy? The world champion? If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes I would not have believed it. All respect to Marco van Basten, the coach, who everybody had already given up on. If you can thrash the world champion like this, you have proved all your critics wrong.
But damn, I thought my heart would burst at some point in the game. It is so un-Dutch to be so commanding in a game I kept expecting the Italians to equalise and then win the game. But they didn’t. For once we had a team that wasn’t just focused on attacking, but which was incredibly strong in defense too. Unbelievable. What a way to start Euro 2008.
If there was a retard cup, FC Groningen would’ve won it
Quick question: if you are a football club and one of your main rivals comes over for a game, not long after they bought three of your best players, would you think it was a good idea to hand out thousands of bogrolls? No, I don’t think so either, but FC Groningen thought this was a marvelous idea to allow it, as “a fun way to say goodbye to those players going to Ajax”. Even the fire brigade allegedly gave permission for this stunt. So of course the obvious happened. Some nutters thought it would enhance the party mood if they set fire to those bogrolls, more and more people started throwing lit rolls and before you know it, there was a fire and panic. Worse, the firehoses available in the stadium turned out not to have pressure on them, the fire retardant chairs didn’t turn out to be so fire retarding and finally some or all emergency exits were locked.
That winning combination of club incompetence and hooligan violence has led to incredible disasters in the past. Remember Heizel stadium? Fortunately here, despite the fire and the panic, the worst that happened was a complicated ankle fracture for one unlucky fan. No thanks to FC Groningen though. Stupidity all around.
Football and the English socialist
It’s an even year, so as always the English socialist is put in an awkward position: who to support for the Worldcup? Supporting England is out of the question, because, as Snowball puts it:
As if the corporate takeover isn’t bad enough (many firms have produced ‘I love England’ badges for their employees), then the political consequences don’t bear worth thinking about. All of the main three capitalist political parties are doubtless gearing up already to associate themselves with supporting England – and it is likely that Blair will try to use a good Cup run and the associating ‘feel good factor’ to hang onto power – though one suspects the hapless croquet playing fuckwit Prescott will not be used in too many New Labour photoshoots playing football.
This sort of feeling is quite widespread amongst English socialists, but I’ve never seen its like in other countries. Certainly Dutch socialists are content enough to support the Dutch team, rather than coming up with convoluted reasons to not support it. That is not to say the Engerland-haters don’t have a point: the Worldcup is commercialised, politicised and will be used by quite disgusting people to bask in its reflected glory. But I still think you’re making a category error if you take your disgust about
the circus surrounding the cup as a reason to not support England. Your support of Trinibad and Tobago instead of Engerland will not stop the abuse, only boycotting the Worldcup might do it.
Even worse is being anti-England out of a misplaced sense of anti-imperialism: Blair’s policies will not change because the SWP does not support England! It just seems like yet another form of identify politics, a way to show how socialist you are without, you know, doing anything about it. As the Dead Kennedys said quite a while back “Play ethnicky jazz to parade your snazz On your five grand stereo / Braggin that you know how the niggers feel cold And the slums got so much soul“.
Football
I’m not what you would call a proper football fan. I don’t go to games, don’t watch them on telly, don’t turn to the sports section first when reading a newspaper. I’m not a football hater though; I quite understand why people like it, even if I usually don’t bother with it.
There’s one exception to my football agnosticism; which is when Holland is playing in an international tournament,like they are doing at the moment in Euro2004. There’s something magical to a tournament like that, something that just isn’t there for me in ordinary competitons. Maybe it’s because there’s both less and more at stake in these games. It’s playing for the honour of your country and your team, rather than for your bank account and your club’s shareholders.
And every time I actually watch a football game I’m surprised again by how addictive these can be. The game last night was a case in point: one of the best games I’ve seen Holland play, even if we still lost 3-2 from the Czech Republic, who were playing quite good themselves. Neither side gave up, with both sides attacking from the first to the last minute, having many more chances to score than there were goals. It was also an exercise in frustration, as the defeat of our team was at least partially to blame on the referee. First, he didn’t award us a penalty we should’ve had, after Ruud van Nistelrooij was held in a bearhug by a Czech defender in the penalty area. And then he compounded his error, by awarding John Heitinga a second yellow card for a relatively minor foul, which left us with ten man and made it easy for the Czech to score their third goal. All the while, there were some brilliant chances for us, all of which just missed or were just saved by the Czech keeper or just hit the goal post… If not for that bloody referee, we could’ve won and we would be through to the next round by now. Thanks to him, we now have to beat Latvia AND trust the Czechs to beat Germany…
Anyway, I didn’t just want to rant about last night’s game. There’s a larger point I’d like to make. If you know the Dutch, you will probably know that we aren’t a very nationalistic or patriotic nation, except when it comes to sport and especially football, when entire neighbourhoods (including my own) are dressed in orange, the traditional colour of the Dutch team. Whenever there is any international sporting event in which there are Dutch competitors, it is not hard to spot their fans: just look for the people dressed in orange, banging drums and making noise.
But this isn’t patriotism in the same way that English supporters, dressed up in red and white and flying English flags is. Orange is not a symbol of the country of the Netherlands; it’s originally a symbol of the House of Oranje-Nassau, long since co-opted by the Dutch people. Which means there isn’t the same kind of double edge to the patriotism that you have elsewhere: because it doesn’t represent the country, it can’t be appropriated by nationalists. Nor is it possible at this point for racists to co-opt it: just look at the team we are supporting in Euro2004…
The orange fans are just an extreme case of a larger trend in Europe: a redefinition of patriotism into something far more inclusive and multicultural. Take the English flag for example: for years this was a symbol for racists and other meatheads; this year it has been taken back from them to such an extent even Asian England supporters have no problems in flying it, as I’ve seen mentioned several times. I think this sort of relaxed, quiet pride in not so much your country as your fellow country folk is quite an improvement, don’t you?