I was at Hillsborough on Saturday to watch Wednesday take on Leicester. We had a vague stab at it for the first 40 minutes or so (and again for 5 or 10 minutes in the second half) but I think you'd have to be moderately deluded to say that we deserved anything from the game.
Before I go on, there's a couple of points worth making. Firstly, I don't usually blog about football as I don't like to live with an uneasy feeling that some of the more..."enthusiastic" (crack pot) fans will forgo all sense of social norms in an attempt to vilify me for having a different view to theirs. I also tend not to blog about football because it's only a game. I've mentioned before that for the time I'm in the stadium I'm as elated/frustrated (delete as applicable) as the next fan (though I'd like to think I'm not so bonkers as some). But by the time I get home and explain to my wife and daughter that, no, we didn't win, I'm over it. Wednesday might be in my blood, but it's not the be all and end all of my life.
So to Saturday. I'd said to my Dad (who was spared the performance by a prior engagement this week) that I'd take a point before kick off (something I'm saying more and more). Having thrown two new loan signings into the team I was hoping for a bit of a fresh look to the side.
I think that for most of the first half, we were "not terrible". But I think we looked scared of passing the ball once we advanced beyond the centre circle. Having switched to a 4-4-2 playing with actual strikers and actual wingers, I was hoping we'd get the ball out wide and put crosses in for strikers. But we didn't. We passed the ball across the defence and let the two central midfielders have a touch every now and then. Going in one down at half time was a blow, but not unexpected. Apart from a brief period in the second half, we didn't look at the races - disjointed rather than rubbish.
So what can you do to change things? I'm not entirely sure, and it's certainly not my job to figure it out, but a few things seem obvious:
1. Use wide players properly. Get the ball to the wingers and tell the strikers to get in the box. It might not be Total Football, but it's using what we've got effectively
2. Play in position. Seeing strikers drop back to basically stand next to midfielders seems, to me at least, to be Not A Very Good Idea. Bothroyd was guilty of it a lot on Saturday
3. Change things around a bit. Loan signings coming in is good for competition but signing another when we already have 4 seems odd to me. I don't take training sessions every day so I don't know how the players perform but I'm not sure blindly persisting with the same players that aren't scoring goals is a perfect solution.
4. Make a bit of effort. An elderly lady who'd been outside collecting for St Luke's Hospice ended up sitting next to me on Saturday. She admitted to being a Spurs fan brought up on Bill Nicholson's team in the 60s, but, living in Sheffield she followed both clubs. She remarked at one point that "they seem to be waiting for it [the ball] to come to them rather than go and get it". And she was right. Often you'd see a ball played into feet but a Leicester player would nip in front of our waiting player and intercept
5. Keep the ball. Admittedly we do this pretty well when we're not being pressurised. I've no idea if there are stats to back this up, but I suspect our centre halves had as much of the ball as our centre midfielders at the weekend. I'm not suggesting we try and imitate Barcelona but keeping hold of the ball in the final third must surely improve our chances of getting a goal or two (see also Point 2 above)
6. Relax. This is for fans more than anyone. It is only a game, and whilst other promoted sides like Charlton and Huddersfield are acquitting themselves a lot more than we are, ask yourself if it really matters that much to you that you're prepared to wage a war from the comfort of our laptop about it. It's pretty obvious that the team aren't doing as well as we'd all like (and we'd all hoped we would) but mercilessly laying into every player for 90 minutes isn't exactly a constructive way of supporting your side. You may not be a big fan of Jay Bothroyd, or think Dave Jones has lost his marbles (and you're entirely within your rights to think that), but surely you support the shirt more than you "can't stand" certain individuals...
Watford tomorrow night will be tough and whilst I might be frustrated to see the same XI again (seriously, Rodri can't get a start anymore??), I'll be utterly delighted if Bothroyd scores a winner - I genuinely don't think I could say the same for everyone. I read an article recently about Arsenal fans wanting "their" Arsenal back. If you're the kind of fan that thinks that, then think about what that really means as a Wednesdayite....
As long as you're happy I suppose that's all that matters. Up the Owls.
Andy
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Thursday, 20 September 2012
Wednesday, bloody Wednesday
Apologies to regular readers for finally succumbing to writing about football. In my defence, we had a good year before it got to this. Apologies too for invoking Partridge with the title.
I guess the audience for this blog is a bit niche in that I'll end up writing whilst assuming you know something about football and/or Sheffield Wednesday. (Disclaimer - going to Hillsborough does not automatically qualify you to know something about football as we shall see below).
I contemplated whether I should write this whilst trudging back up the hill to the car after last night's game against Huddersfield which we comfortably managed to lose 3-1. We weren't our best last night and despite making a few chances and missing them) up front, our defence made them look like Barcelona.
As a football fan, I think I'm quite lucky in that my entire existence doesn't revolve around Sheffield Wednesday Football Club. I live and die with each kick during the game, but the result washes over me an hour or so after the match. It's only a game right?
Some people are a lot more fanatical than I am and whilst I respect their choice to be that way, I will make a point of not being tarred with the mad brush to a certain extent. Most of my football related conversations take place on Twitter, where a certain proportion of our fanbase believe that being a Wednesday fan means we're all mates. This is definitely not the case.
After last night's game (our 6th of 46 this season) the same old tired tribe took to their phones to start bashing the team and the manager, floating all manner of hysterical observations. On the surface, it's easy to see why. Football is an emotive thing. There's a tribalism in supporting your team and wanting to beat whoever's in front of you.
It's easy to lambast the manager for "changing a winning team" (Wednesday had lost two on the trot before last night) or to blame the keeper (for conceding one penalty and the rebound from another that he'd saved). It's easy to be critical and suggest that our right back last night looked horribly out of his depth and that our centre midfield looked uneasy every time they might have to pass the ball forward. It's easy to bemoan players for not being able to take a corner without kicking it straight to the opposition (I'll hold my hand up as being guilty of that one).
And in the heat of the moment, you can forgive it to a degree. But an hour or so afterwards it's surely time to be objective and reasonable. Wednesday got promoted last season and are now adapting to a new level of the game where things are done faster and more mistakes are punished than they were last season. Three of the starting XI last night were fairly new to the club and looked a little short of fitness. Given their recent signings, they also haven't had much opportunity to play together as a team.
I realised last night that what makes my blood boil about football is other fans. The people on Twitter who make ridiculous statements based on nothing factual. The same people that can dish out abuse to players with one tweet and then send them a message praising them with the next. The old guy 4 rows behind me who dished out a non-stop expletive tirade at the referee after 80 minutes despite there being kids nearby. The idiot who threw something onto the pitch last night. The bloke at the side of me that got up and left his seat 5 times to smuggle a beer into his seat (North Stand, row 26, seat 31, you know who you are). Those people need to experience the real world. Watch the news or read a book. You're entitled to your opinion the same as me and every one else. But to do it in such an ignorant manner is appalling.
Calling for the manager who presided over (almost all of) our joint longest unbeaten run in history after 6 games is mind numbingly stupid. Blaming the keeper because you personally like the other goalie more is insane. Booing your own players is ridiculous. Maybe I should just stay off Twitter after the match.
I don't believe for a second that Wednesday have any right to go out and win a single game of football - you have to earn your points and accept the defeats when you weren't good enough. Sadly, last night was the latter. Finishing 4th bottom this season will be an achievement. I quietly predicted we'd finish 14th in May and I'll stick to that. Last night's game is over and all anyone can do is look forward to Saturday against Bolton.
I don't to rant. Last night was just a bad day in the office. It's a long time until May and I have no doubt the same lunatics who were ready to explode with rage last night will be eating their words in a few months (and will have conveniently forgotten all their hysterics by then). This is my 27th year visiting Hillsborough and stepping out of the concourse never gets tiring, regardless of how we play.
But I'm glad the club isn't my only reason for being.
Up the Owls.
P.S. Credit due to all 25,000 there last night for impeccably observing a moment's silence (and applause) for the Hillsborough Families and the 2 lads from the Yorkshire Regiment who died in Afghanistan
I guess the audience for this blog is a bit niche in that I'll end up writing whilst assuming you know something about football and/or Sheffield Wednesday. (Disclaimer - going to Hillsborough does not automatically qualify you to know something about football as we shall see below).
I contemplated whether I should write this whilst trudging back up the hill to the car after last night's game against Huddersfield which we comfortably managed to lose 3-1. We weren't our best last night and despite making a few chances and missing them) up front, our defence made them look like Barcelona.
As a football fan, I think I'm quite lucky in that my entire existence doesn't revolve around Sheffield Wednesday Football Club. I live and die with each kick during the game, but the result washes over me an hour or so after the match. It's only a game right?
Some people are a lot more fanatical than I am and whilst I respect their choice to be that way, I will make a point of not being tarred with the mad brush to a certain extent. Most of my football related conversations take place on Twitter, where a certain proportion of our fanbase believe that being a Wednesday fan means we're all mates. This is definitely not the case.
After last night's game (our 6th of 46 this season) the same old tired tribe took to their phones to start bashing the team and the manager, floating all manner of hysterical observations. On the surface, it's easy to see why. Football is an emotive thing. There's a tribalism in supporting your team and wanting to beat whoever's in front of you.
It's easy to lambast the manager for "changing a winning team" (Wednesday had lost two on the trot before last night) or to blame the keeper (for conceding one penalty and the rebound from another that he'd saved). It's easy to be critical and suggest that our right back last night looked horribly out of his depth and that our centre midfield looked uneasy every time they might have to pass the ball forward. It's easy to bemoan players for not being able to take a corner without kicking it straight to the opposition (I'll hold my hand up as being guilty of that one).
And in the heat of the moment, you can forgive it to a degree. But an hour or so afterwards it's surely time to be objective and reasonable. Wednesday got promoted last season and are now adapting to a new level of the game where things are done faster and more mistakes are punished than they were last season. Three of the starting XI last night were fairly new to the club and looked a little short of fitness. Given their recent signings, they also haven't had much opportunity to play together as a team.
I realised last night that what makes my blood boil about football is other fans. The people on Twitter who make ridiculous statements based on nothing factual. The same people that can dish out abuse to players with one tweet and then send them a message praising them with the next. The old guy 4 rows behind me who dished out a non-stop expletive tirade at the referee after 80 minutes despite there being kids nearby. The idiot who threw something onto the pitch last night. The bloke at the side of me that got up and left his seat 5 times to smuggle a beer into his seat (North Stand, row 26, seat 31, you know who you are). Those people need to experience the real world. Watch the news or read a book. You're entitled to your opinion the same as me and every one else. But to do it in such an ignorant manner is appalling.
Calling for the manager who presided over (almost all of) our joint longest unbeaten run in history after 6 games is mind numbingly stupid. Blaming the keeper because you personally like the other goalie more is insane. Booing your own players is ridiculous. Maybe I should just stay off Twitter after the match.
I don't believe for a second that Wednesday have any right to go out and win a single game of football - you have to earn your points and accept the defeats when you weren't good enough. Sadly, last night was the latter. Finishing 4th bottom this season will be an achievement. I quietly predicted we'd finish 14th in May and I'll stick to that. Last night's game is over and all anyone can do is look forward to Saturday against Bolton.
I don't to rant. Last night was just a bad day in the office. It's a long time until May and I have no doubt the same lunatics who were ready to explode with rage last night will be eating their words in a few months (and will have conveniently forgotten all their hysterics by then). This is my 27th year visiting Hillsborough and stepping out of the concourse never gets tiring, regardless of how we play.
But I'm glad the club isn't my only reason for being.
Up the Owls.
P.S. Credit due to all 25,000 there last night for impeccably observing a moment's silence (and applause) for the Hillsborough Families and the 2 lads from the Yorkshire Regiment who died in Afghanistan
Thursday, 23 August 2012
Concerning Sport
Hello
After a ridiculous absence I'm back. It's not been a conscious decision to stay away - I've just struggled to find something meaningful to write about.
The last few weeks saw the country gripped with Olympic fever and I was no exception. I was fortunate enough to get tickets to 4 events (football, tennis, handball and volleyball) and I was so enthralled with the buzz of the Olympic Park that I signed up for Paralympic tickets as soon as I got home. I'll finally get to go inside the Olympic Stadium this Friday for two sessions of athletics.
I took my daughter to the tennis at Wimbledon as well and she was remarkably well behaved for a 2 year old. I wanted her to know that she'd been part of this great spectacle, even if she wasn't necessarily ever going to remember it herself. Aside from being asked to leave Court 2 at one point for walking around and shouting, she survived a full day of sport unscathed.
Last weekend, the football season returned to fill that void left by London 2012. A number of people (including journalists far and wide and those at the FA) were quick to note the differences between top flight footballers and our Olympic athletes and 'demand' something be done about it. Privately I think I was one of those people too. Having been a follower of football (in one way or another) for a good 27 of my 31 years, it's fair to say I'd forgotten how brilliant other sports can be, and how humble and gracious other sportspeople can be too.
Football is a worldwide "brand" (I hate that term) and due to it's lucrative appeal it has over a number of years descended into a soap opera of sorts. For those less familiar with this, you only have to look at Sky Sports' self-parody of a Transfer Deadline Day to see what I mean. I've tried to stay away from "articles" about what Rio Ferdinand tweets or who Ashley Cole has dinner with - such things fill me with an inner rage that isn't good for my health.
Compare the daily, relentless, in-your-face minutiae of football with the Olympics and the difference is so refreshing you'd think someone had thrown a glass of water in your face. As you'll no doubt be aware, our Olympians work incredibly hard for a fraction of the recognition (and for the most part, a fraction of the financial reward) of top flight footballers and, it seems, do so with a graciousness you'd be hard pressed to believe.
And so, for the first time, my enthusiasm for the start of the football season was subdued. This is the first year I've ever had a season ticket for my club (Sheffield Wednesday), and yet somehow I was struggling to motivate myself submerge myself back into football.
Admittedly, a lot of that went out of the window on Tuesday night as I turned up at Hillsborough for our first home game of the season. I sang as passinately as I've always done and shouted as loudly as ever when we scored, but it felt a bit different watching the game. Seeing players (ours and theirs) shouting at the referee for calls that were never going to go their way seemed cheap somehow. My Dad turned to me at one point and said "you wouldn't have see that [player rolling around on the floor after a 'foul'] at the women's football the other week". And he was right.
I don't mean this to sound like some incredible revelation - it's quite the opposite really. To anyone who's not a football fan (and to a lot that are) this is old news.
Football is, and will always be, my first love. I've been going to Hillsborough for about 26 years now and I'll keep going as long as I can. But I think the Olympics has changed my view of it as a sport - in the short term at least. There's a good chance that the spirit of London 2012 will die away (the reasons for that are numerous and probably another post in their own right), but for now, the daily gossip columns and "Breaking news" stories can go whistle. I've long understood that football is only a part of llife, but now, more than ever, I'm starting to insulate myself from the trivialities of it all.
My best football memories make me smile - I haven't cried about football since I was 9 years old - but I'm still not yet past the stage of watching Jessica Ennis win the 800m without welling up.
Whether London 2012 inspires a generation remains to be seen. It's inspired me to look at my sporting life differently and that feels like a good thing.
I know this is just a set of random thoughts, but I felt like I needed to write it down. If you made it this far, then thanks.
I'll be back again soon no doubt.
Andy
P.S. As part of my final fundraising attempts of 2012, I ran a 10km the weekend the Olympics finished. I worked out if I was 2.5 faster, I'd give Mo Farah a run for his money. My Olympic dream may be over. I'm running my second and final 10km next Sunday (2nd September) and like the other one, I'll be doing so in quite a bit of pain, having struggled badly with shin splints since the London Marathon. This will be my last run of this year as I'll be switching to low impact exercise afterwards to give myself some proper rest ahead of training for a half marathon next year. I won't post a fantastic time, and it'll hurt like hell, but I'm going to do it anyway. If you want to put a few quid towards my attempts to raise £200 then you can do so by following this link to my fundraising page. Thank you.
After a ridiculous absence I'm back. It's not been a conscious decision to stay away - I've just struggled to find something meaningful to write about.
The last few weeks saw the country gripped with Olympic fever and I was no exception. I was fortunate enough to get tickets to 4 events (football, tennis, handball and volleyball) and I was so enthralled with the buzz of the Olympic Park that I signed up for Paralympic tickets as soon as I got home. I'll finally get to go inside the Olympic Stadium this Friday for two sessions of athletics.
I took my daughter to the tennis at Wimbledon as well and she was remarkably well behaved for a 2 year old. I wanted her to know that she'd been part of this great spectacle, even if she wasn't necessarily ever going to remember it herself. Aside from being asked to leave Court 2 at one point for walking around and shouting, she survived a full day of sport unscathed.
Last weekend, the football season returned to fill that void left by London 2012. A number of people (including journalists far and wide and those at the FA) were quick to note the differences between top flight footballers and our Olympic athletes and 'demand' something be done about it. Privately I think I was one of those people too. Having been a follower of football (in one way or another) for a good 27 of my 31 years, it's fair to say I'd forgotten how brilliant other sports can be, and how humble and gracious other sportspeople can be too.
Football is a worldwide "brand" (I hate that term) and due to it's lucrative appeal it has over a number of years descended into a soap opera of sorts. For those less familiar with this, you only have to look at Sky Sports' self-parody of a Transfer Deadline Day to see what I mean. I've tried to stay away from "articles" about what Rio Ferdinand tweets or who Ashley Cole has dinner with - such things fill me with an inner rage that isn't good for my health.
Compare the daily, relentless, in-your-face minutiae of football with the Olympics and the difference is so refreshing you'd think someone had thrown a glass of water in your face. As you'll no doubt be aware, our Olympians work incredibly hard for a fraction of the recognition (and for the most part, a fraction of the financial reward) of top flight footballers and, it seems, do so with a graciousness you'd be hard pressed to believe.
And so, for the first time, my enthusiasm for the start of the football season was subdued. This is the first year I've ever had a season ticket for my club (Sheffield Wednesday), and yet somehow I was struggling to motivate myself submerge myself back into football.
Admittedly, a lot of that went out of the window on Tuesday night as I turned up at Hillsborough for our first home game of the season. I sang as passinately as I've always done and shouted as loudly as ever when we scored, but it felt a bit different watching the game. Seeing players (ours and theirs) shouting at the referee for calls that were never going to go their way seemed cheap somehow. My Dad turned to me at one point and said "you wouldn't have see that [player rolling around on the floor after a 'foul'] at the women's football the other week". And he was right.
I don't mean this to sound like some incredible revelation - it's quite the opposite really. To anyone who's not a football fan (and to a lot that are) this is old news.
Football is, and will always be, my first love. I've been going to Hillsborough for about 26 years now and I'll keep going as long as I can. But I think the Olympics has changed my view of it as a sport - in the short term at least. There's a good chance that the spirit of London 2012 will die away (the reasons for that are numerous and probably another post in their own right), but for now, the daily gossip columns and "Breaking news" stories can go whistle. I've long understood that football is only a part of llife, but now, more than ever, I'm starting to insulate myself from the trivialities of it all.
My best football memories make me smile - I haven't cried about football since I was 9 years old - but I'm still not yet past the stage of watching Jessica Ennis win the 800m without welling up.
Whether London 2012 inspires a generation remains to be seen. It's inspired me to look at my sporting life differently and that feels like a good thing.
I know this is just a set of random thoughts, but I felt like I needed to write it down. If you made it this far, then thanks.
I'll be back again soon no doubt.
Andy
P.S. As part of my final fundraising attempts of 2012, I ran a 10km the weekend the Olympics finished. I worked out if I was 2.5 faster, I'd give Mo Farah a run for his money. My Olympic dream may be over. I'm running my second and final 10km next Sunday (2nd September) and like the other one, I'll be doing so in quite a bit of pain, having struggled badly with shin splints since the London Marathon. This will be my last run of this year as I'll be switching to low impact exercise afterwards to give myself some proper rest ahead of training for a half marathon next year. I won't post a fantastic time, and it'll hurt like hell, but I'm going to do it anyway. If you want to put a few quid towards my attempts to raise £200 then you can do so by following this link to my fundraising page. Thank you.
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