Murdoch buys Dutch football

Murdoch may have gotten into trouble with his “news” organisations, but the football branch of his empire going strong, as he has just plunked down a billion euros for the Dutch football rights:

Rupert Murdoch’s Fox Networks has taken a 51% controlling interest in tv channel Eredivisie Live which broadcasts premier league matches, say press reports on Wednesday.

The deal, worth €1bn over 12 years and due to begin in the 2013-2014 season, was unanimously agreed by the 18 clubs involved and the football association KNVB.

Fox is paying €960m to show the games and taking over the €60m in debt of Eredivisie Live.

Eredivisie Live was set up a few years ago by the Eredivisie clubs as a pay channel for their matches, after earlier attempts to commercialise football broadcasts all failed. It’s been doing soso over the years, not nearly making as much money for the clubs as they expected. There’s also the competition of Sport1, which shows mostly foreign football — Premiership, Bundesliga undsoweiter, which hasn’t helped. With the entry of Murdoch/Sky in the Dutch market, there are likely going to be massive changes to football broadcasting; they’re certainly much more professional in their methods to wring the most money out of it.

Whether that’s good for us football fans is another matter entirely; first reactions are mainly worried about whether the public broadcaster here can keep the traditional highlight programme on Sunday evening. More money for football is a good thing, but Holland is still a small market and not that attractive for foreign rebroadcasting, surely. It may mean, as in England that football will be further priced out of reach of the ordinary fan.

QotD: Harry Redknapp

Proof that football writers can have a poetic turn is delivered by Barney Ronay, writing for The Grauniad‘s sportsblog about the contrast between Spurs new and old managers, ‘Arry Redknapp and Andre Villas-Boas:

It is genuinely ennobling, this belief in the basic sanctity of the managerial mission. “We must build on Harry’s great work,” Villas-Boas said this week, bestowing an unexpected gravity on the legacy of a manager who has traditionally been a kind of footballing Cat in the Hat, a tousled and infectious improviser who could probably cook you the most brilliant meal you’ve ever tasted simply by hurling everything in the fridge into a massive bowl and then flambéing it over a raging fire built from every stick of furniture you own, before abruptly disappearing just as you come round, dazed and hungover, face down in the ashes of what was once your kitchen.

One for Pseuds’ Corner, eh lads?

Why always Balotelli?

Tom Spurgeon reports about an unfortunate Mario Balotelli cartoon with racist overtones:

Mario Balotelli as King Kong

This is the soccer player Mario Balotelli, a very talented and I’d say charismatic player — I know who he is, and I get lost with those guys all the time — who plays in the Premier League for current champions Manchester City and is part of the Italy team currently playing (last I checked) in the Euro 2012 tournament. As one of the spokespeople quoted mentions, his being on the Italian team at all is a big deal, and symbolic, and encouraging for a lot of people, which makes this depiction a bit tragic, really. The usual course of dialogue is taken, it looks like, which makes me think we need a new way to talk about this kind of thing. I wish there a way to cop to the ugliness of depicting someone in that matter that didn’t turn on there not being a machine out there that lets us know what’s in someone’s heart. I don’t see that happening any time soon, though.

You can’t really say much about situations like this. A cartoon is published with, deliberate or accidental racist (or sexist) overtones, people point out that “dude, that’s a bit racist”, cartoonist or newspaper either gets defensive and deny the charges, or get defensive but apologise, people rant about it all on the internet. I’m not sure there is a new way to talk about it, even using Jay smooth’s advice on how to tell people they sound racist, people and institutions both will still get defensive. But it might be interesting to take a stab at how this cartoon was created.

The first thing to remember that this comes from an Italian newspaper and though it may be hard to believe, there is a far greater awareness of racism and racist tropes in America (and to a lesser extent, Britain), than there is in continental Europe. Sure, there are plenty of people who hold ghetto parties with no idea that these are incredibly racist, but there is at least some awareness of what would make for an offensive cartoon; there are also more people willing to complain about it. In short, Americans have been more educated to spot these racist tropes and be offended by them.

Meanwhile, Mario Balotelli is somewhat of a loose cannon. A brilliant strike when wants to be, as witnessed by his performance against Germany tonight, he can also do things like throw darts to his teammates, set fire to his bathroom or wear an A. C. Milan shirt on telly when playing for Inter, somewhat like wearing a Yankees Jersey in Boston, only worse. He’s a great, instinctive football player, but seems to lack smarts some of the time. Which is of course somewhat of a stereotype for talented Black players in any sport, that idea it’s all instinct or innate physical and athletic ability, rather than hard work and intelligence that makes them great.

In any case, the combination makes Balotelli an easy target for jokes at his expense, especially as he often looks a bit of a beleagured figure, wondering “why always me”. So I can see where the King Kong idea comes from: the noble, misunderstood giant harassed by, in this cases, flying footballs. It’s a nice cartoon, if not for the simple fact that equating a Black football player with a giant ape is just a little bit racist. That’s something an American cartoonist would’ve recognised earlier.

Now I know how an England fan feels

Robben on his knees

Twentyfour hours later it still hurts. From being second in the worldcup to going home in the group phase of the European Cup, with nil points, never showing up in any match for more than fifteen minutes. The best players of their generation and they twatted it. Worse, they lost from not just two of the teams we most love to hate (portugal and, need I say it, Germany), they also lost from Denmark, a country they should’ve never lost to and one which had already cost us so much heartbreak in ’92 by eliminating us then and with it our chance to be in the final. Oh well, let’s have good old David Mitchell to put it all in perspective:



In fantasy football land meanwhile it’s 2016 and Plymouth Argyle has just won the Premiership, the League Cup and the Europa League… Not that I’m a Football Manager obsessive or anything.