Side By Side

 

As someone who was born in the swinging sixties and who vaguely remembers the summer of love and flower power, I have been known to look at football in the past through rose-tinted spectacles. My 17-year-old grandson dons a look of despair when I utter the words ‘I remember when I were a lad’ but I have to admit I don’t miss things like standing on an open terracing in the pouring rain and toilets which were little more than a brick wall with no roof and an overflowing drain of…well, you know.

However, I do regale young Jack with tales of standing on said terraces next to fans of the opposing team. Hearts and Hibs fans of my generation will tell you of standing alongside each other at Tynecastle and Easter Road and enjoying the game in each other’s company. The notable exception in my case was New Year’s Day 1973 but I won’t go into this…

I was reminded about this about a month ago when I took my seat at Meadowbank Stadium to watch FC Edinburgh take on Airdrieonians. There was a sizeable travelling support from North Lanarkshire and while there were some Edinburgh fans to my right, to my left sat around half a dozen aficionados of Airdrieonians who arrived about five minutes before kick-off having clearly sampled the hospitality of the splendid Artisan hostelry along the road.

‘Are you an Edinburgh fan?’ asked a rather large gentleman, bedecked in a red and white scarf and seemingly from a similar generation as myself.

‘Well, er...’ I replied, coughing nervously.

He put his hand out to shake mine and said ‘dae ye mind if we sit here?’

‘Not at all, my good fellow’ I replied, ‘you and your associates are most welcome’

He turned to his mate. ‘Whit did he say?’

‘He said it’s fine’ his pal confirmed.

Over the course of the following ninety minutes my Airdrieonians associate and I regaled stories of years gone by whilst keeping a close eye on what was happening on the field. I have to say he was very good company even if one of his pals had perhaps imbibed on a pint of ale too many at the Artisan as he bellowed his irritation at his favourites every couple of minutes or so.

However, the conversation was amiable enough and the Diamond geezer in the next seat told me he had been following his team since the late 1960s, around the same time as I had gone to my first football game. As someone with maroon tendencies, I was particularly pleased when we got on to discussing the sublime talent that was Drew Busby. ‘Buzz bomb’ as he was affectionately known was an icon of Broomfield, Airdrie’s former ground around fifty years ago before he moved to Hearts for what was a sizeable fee in 1973. Busby, who passed away earlier this year, remains a Hearts hero of mine, as I have mentioned in these pages before, so I was delighted to discuss the great man with a like-minded fan. He also concurred that Hearts had also tried to sign Busby’s strike partner Drew Jarvie at the same time, but he headed to Aberdeen.

We chatted about others who shared the Hearts-Airdrie connection such as Alex Macdonald, Sandy Clark, Gary Mackay Walter Kidd, Kenny Black, Jimmy Sandison, and Alan ‘Nipper’ Lawrence who once graced this very stadium in the colours of Meadowbank Thistle.

Of course my new found Airdrie chum didn’t share my delight at the outcome of the game although he did ask if he could look at my FC Edinburgh's award-winning programme. At this point I didn’t want to point out the Mike Smith mentioned in the programme was my good self in case he took umbrage at what was written but he did say the programme was one of the best in League One.

At the final whistle we shook hands and he made to catch up with his loud-mouthed and clearly upset pal who was still bellowing at the players as they came off the park at the end of the game.

It was a lovely reminder of days gone by when fans of opposing teams could stand or sit side by side, enjoy the game and share good-natured banter without the need to resort to verbal or, in the dark days of the 1970s and 80s, physical violence. ‘You’re gonna get your ****ing head kicked in’ was a common chant at many football grounds forty and fifty years ago but thankfully rarely heard these days.

I’m looking forward to renewing our acquaintance when Edinburgh visit the Excelsior Stadium in the day after New Year’s Day. I may even buy him a pint after the game.

Okay, I’ve taken that too far…

 

Mike Smith

 

Twitter @Mike1874

Very Annoying Results (VAR)

 

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It is an argument, which has been the talk of football fans throughout the land – and, following the World Cup, the globe. Video Assistant Referee – VAR. Has it benefitted our game? Or will it, without wishing to be overly dramatic, be the death of it? 

VAR has been used in English football for some time now and the concerns raised there have now spread north of Hadrian’s Wall since it was introduced into the Scottish Premiership in October. It was hailed as a technique that would revolutionise football, ensuring controversial decisions were kept to a minimum and that it would prove to be a boon for our game. Fewer mistakes. More correct decisions. Fewer unjustified defeats. Simple. Except this hasn’t quite worked out the way the football authorities had hoped. Sadly, thus far, it has proved to be the opposite.

Technology seems to have taken over our lives. The seemingly endless yearn to replace humans with robots is a sad reflection on present day society. Supermarkets are now festooned with self-service checkouts; damn it you can’t even go for a pint of milk without some robotic voice telling you there’s an ‘unexpected item in the baggage area.’ Some football clubs are even going down the machine route with the humble turnstile operator now replaced by a machine looking for a bar code on your match ticket/season ticket card. At least FC Edinburgh’s esteemed programme editor can still be found collecting money at the gate from fans, greeting them with a welcome and a cheery smile (are you talking about me? Ed)

Now it seems the machines are taking over that most crucial of match day functions. No, not the gate money. The role of the referee who, despite what you may think, is only human.

And there’s the rub. Football is a game played by humans. Humans, by their very nature, are prone to make mistakes. Everyone does, it’s part of life. Even my wife has admitted to making mistakes, namely the day she married me but that’s another story. Football referees are prone to making more mistakes than anyone. Again, it’s in the very nature of their profession. Football is a high-pace game and referees, and their assistants can’t see everything that goes on over ninety minutes (or 100 minutes if you’re officiating at the World Cup in Qatar…)

Making mistakes is part of football. Players are dropped for making them. Managers are sacked for making too many of them. And poor referees are subjected to vitriol most weeks by fans of all teams although this merely illustrates they are doing something right. It’s what makes football the game it is. At least that’s the way it used to be.

VAR was first used in 2017 with the intention of taking some of the pressure off the poor harangued referees and making life better for everyone. The vast sums of money in the game these days mean an erroneous offside decision, blatant penalty denied or incorrect sending off can affect results and possibly mean the difference between winning a trophy or, worse, relegation potentially costing a club millions of pounds. And, subsequently, the wealth of a club owner or shareholders, or venture capitalists on the other side of the world. At our level, a referee’s mistake may cost FC Edinburgh three points and ruin the weekend for hundreds of Citizens. But at the highest level of the game a referee’s error could potentially affect a considerable financial investment.

However, the underlying factor with VAR is that the decisions are still overseen by human beings meaning mistakes are still prevalent. The expectation among fans is that VAR should be eliminating mistakes, but human beings still set the guidelines. Therefore, we have a ridiculous scenario of mistakes remaining in games even after someone in a television studio some distance away has studied the action after an excruciating amount of time. Japan against Spain in the World Cup anyone?

And this is my main gripe about VAR. It is killing the art of goal celebration. The robotic tendencies of VAR mean that decisions are scrutinised to the nearest millimetre. Your team scores a vital goal near the end of the game, your star striker wheels away to take the acclaim of celebrating supporters and your joy is unconfined. Until a man in a box miles away wags his finger and says to the referee through an earpiece ‘nah, the striker’s fingernail strayed momentarily into an offside position. I don’t think the goal should stand but go away and have a look yourself.’

VAR is paralysing the passion of football. We will very soon be at the stage where when a goal is scored, we won’t be jumping on the fan sitting next to us in delight. Instead, we’ll be looking to a giant screen waiting for our joy to be banished.

What do you want from watching football? A game with passion, excitement, tension and, yes, mistakes? Or a soulless, nervous, hesitant passionless reaction which will rip the heart from the game?

I know which I would prefer…

 

Mike Smith

 

Twitter @Mike1874