Showing posts with label emtpy stadiums. Show all posts
Showing posts with label emtpy stadiums. Show all posts

Friday, 16 December 2011

The Great Escape



There are an alarming number of players being linked with moves away from Wales in the wake of their World Cup campaign which could undo all the good work Warren Gatland has done since his reign began in 2007. Nobody could have thought the way in which the Welsh players went about their work would end up being detrimental to the national game, but at the moment, that’s exactly what’s on the verge of happening.

There was a time where players went to France to develop their game and to test and hone their skills in a different environment with the overall goal of enhancing themselves as test rugby players, a la Stephen Jones. These days are a thing of the past with the players moving abroad for two reasons, lifestyle and money. Unfortunately, French clubs have funds that stretch much further than the Welsh regions and there’s no way for them to compete.

Most rugby players have families to support and given the short nature of a professional rugby career, they’d be idiotic to turn the pay rise down. Adam Jones has been linked with a move to France when his contract expires in June and discussing Gethin Jenkins’ reported offer of a £500,000 salary, he revealed:

“If they have to do something that is financially right then they have to go…It is the world we live in. If the region is not going to offer you a new contract or the type of money on offer elsewhere, you might have to go.”
This seems to be exactly the case with the re-invented dragon, Luke Charteris. He’s announced that he will be leaving the Gwent region at the end of the season with Perpignan in prime position to snap up the giant 6’ft 9”in second row stating:
"The chance to live in a different country and enjoy a new culture and way of life is one not everybody gets.
A player's career doesn't last forever and I want to experience as much as I can."
With so many frontline players already playing in France and England, Warren Gatland’s foreign player policy is no longer. He can’t possibly dismiss anyone playing outside of Wales because he simply wouldn’t have the players to pick from. Whereas before, players moving to France would mean possible exile from the national set-up, this is no longer the case. Adam Jones and Gethin Jenkins are two of many players allegedly being offered big-money deals to play in the Top 14 or the Aviva Premiership. Jamie Roberts, Leigh Halfpenny, Rhys Priestland, George North, Scott Williams, Jon Davies and Aled Brew but to name a few have apparently been approached with big offers to lure them away from Wales.
If the majority of us were in their positions, we’d already be brushing up on our French because despite the game being the national sport of Wales, the elite domestic competition is failing miserably to capture the imagination of the public. All four Welsh regions have recorded all time low figures this season in the Celtic League and it’s becoming a genuine cause for concern. The Cardiff Blues have been especially outspoken, expressing their concern over the dwindling numbers:
· Scarlets – 7,243 (7 games)
· Blues – 6,723 (6 games)
· Ospreys – 6,528 (8 games)
· Dragons – 4,766 (4 games)

Regions are battling against themselves in many ways and this is acting as a deterrent to the Welsh players. They must be asking themselves what has happened to the 65,000 people that crammed into the Millennium Stadium at the break of dawn to watch their world cup semi final. From the highs of the word cup, the Welsh squad have returned to their regions and the accompanying bland, generic and empty stadia. Compare that to the partisan crowd that watched Clermont Auvergne beat Leicester at the weekend and is it any wonder that the Welsh elite are being drawn abroad?

With the regional game unable to draw the crowds despite every region boasting many internationals, it’s adding to their economic struggles. Even if we take a look over the bridge, you very rarely find a 25,000-seater stadium occupied by 6,000 shivering souls. These shortcomings are completely self-inflicted from the regions’ point of view. Ask any Cardiff Blues fan and they’ll tell you that the move to the Cardiff City Stadium has been a drastic flop. Why on earth they aren’t playing their home games at the vacant Arms Park is anyone’s guess. At least 6,000 people in there would create an atmosphere as opposed the cauldron of awkward silence that currently fills the new stadium. Those attendances would have more of a chance of rising if the matches were held at the heart of the capital. The atmosphere developed upon the arrival of Jonah Lomu to Cardiff in was meteoric and it saw attendances soar to upward of 20,000 packed into the old, traditional ground. It seems that the board think that bigger is better; it most certainly is not. If they were drawing the 44,000 people that watched the Blues lose to Leicester in the Heineken Cup penalty shoot-out in 2009, their perseverance with the Cardiff City Stadium becomes justifiable, but let’s face it, they’re nowhere near.

The Ospreys are in the same boat, struggling hugely to fill the Liberty Stadium. An LV Anglo-Welsh match was shifted to the Brewery Field with relative success. On a horrid Friday evening in front of the sky cameras, 6,662 came through the turnstiles of the 8,000 capacity ground when the Ospreys beat Leicester in front of the Sky Sports cameras. They proved that there’s a niche in the market, yet that’s the first and last time it’s happened? Their relationship with Neath Rugby has effectively evaporated, but if they were to re-establish that connection, The Gnoll would be another option open to them as well as The All Whites’ ground down the road at St Helens. Again, moving the fixtures to these alternative grounds would at least create an atmosphere and this could possibly increase the numbers.

The Dragons’ new stand has failed to spark an interest in Gwent despite landing deals with Toby Faletau and Dan Lydiate to keep them at the region. Their problem has always been not having the superstars to bring in the numbers, that isn’t true any more. The Scarlets’ new stadium was doomed to fail before it even began to be built with so many supporters opposing to the move. This has been the catalyst for so many empty seats at the ‘home of heart & soul rugby country’. For them and the Dragons, they have their hands tied because there’s no other significant sports ground in the area. The Scarlets should play some games in North Wales given that it’s in their region and the fact that it’s produced a certain 6’ft 4”in winger.

An area that isn’t being explored is the heartbeat of Welsh rugby. Since the collapse of the Celtic Warriors in 2003, the valleys have been without first grade rugby. Sardis Road could be the perfect tonic both for the area of Pontypridd and any region brave enough to take the gamble.

With the regional game in its current state, more and more players will opt for the glamour of French rugby. Rugby Union is Wales’ biggest marketing tool bar none and the national team is the pinnacle in advertising power. Without these players, there is nothing. Therefore, the WRU and the Welsh Assembly Government need to urgently come up with a plan to keep players in Wales. The money on offer abroad is obscene in comparison to their current wages. The only foreseeable solution is for a top-up system where the regions pay half of the players’ wages and the rest made up from the WRU and governmental budget, equalling the money they’d be getting abroad and hopefully stifling the player’s potential move.

It’s a very complicated issue, but it if the Welsh game is to continue developing, the players need to be playing in Wales and be available for national duty as and when Warren Gatland sees fit or the good work he’s done thus far in his tenure could be nil and void. WRU, over to you.

Wednesday, 4 August 2010

Another Day, Another Football Story














Is there a day of the year that football doesn't have a 'groundbreaking' story to sell to the world? Probably not. This year in particular has been as droning and monotonous as the sound heard at the world cup, the voice of Adrian Chiles. All year round there have been footballers plastered on the front pages of tabloid newspapers under the headlines "poor footballers' wives" and "crash bang wallop" in reference to adultery and car accidents. Unfortunately, the nation has become celebrity-obsessed with 7 out of 10 people wanting to become famous 'by any means necessary' and this has leaked into the world of sport. Football is a worldwide phenomenon and one of the most powerful marketing tools on the planet, but does it really matter in Phil Neville has been texting his neighbor (understandably a bit farfetched that there would ever be two women interested in him at any one time) or that Jermaine Jenas has crashed his kitted up Saxo in an ASDA car park? Again, probably not.

The culmination of the world cup (and a terrible one at that) should have resulted in some respite for the general public and a chance to moan about the weather and don the classic t-shirt suntan look. Predictably however, this was not the case as we turned to channel 405 only to find the latest score of Grimsby's pre-season friendly against third-tier Bulgarian opposition. Ironically enough, the 74 people across the globe who actually cared about the game were inside the stadium, so what's the point of telling us? It's only now that the echoes of "we wuz robbed" have started to subside into a murmur, but for the past two months it's been a painful ordeal even for the neutrals of Britain. To sum up the English season, no English teams qualified for the Champions League semi-finals and this was deemed a disaster. Every Englishman and woman became a Fulham supporter for the day, until they lost, then they were a disgrace. The English Premier League avoided a Welsh intruder (which is still a bitter pill to swallow) and invited humble Blackpool into their hierarchy. Fabio Capello named Emile Heskey in his world cup squad. England were average in their world cup warm up fixtures and continued on a downward spiral to their eventual tournament exit to a hammering by old rivals Germany. Every Englishman and woman became a Howard Webb supporter for a few weeks, who refereed as badly as England played, then he was also a disgrace. Everyone in English football retreated to the Caribbean somewhat embarrassed leaving the public and the media to turn every one's lives into hell on earth.

The endless football phone-in's on talk radio stations were completely taking over the usual slots of discussing how best to clean the insects from your windscreen and which biscuits are the best accompaniment for afternoon tea, which in itself is an outrage. Instead, English fans up and down the country were once again proving the common stereotype of a football fan to be an accurate one, that of a brainless, trilby-wearing lager lout. The issues raised were vast and varied, but on the whole ridiculous:

• Wayne Rooney didn’t ‘want it enough’.
• Theo Walcott should have been there.
• The ball was too round.
• England would have won if Frank Lampard’s goal had been allowed.
• Rob Green cost England the world cup.

These are just very few of the topics discussed, at length, during prime-time talk radio hours where the general listening public would usually be treated to a debate on ways to utilise the elastic band to its true and magnificent potential.

From the neutrals point of view, the world cup was very predictable. Every advert on television would somehow be related to football and Terry Venables, John Barnes, Graham Taylor and other such has-beens would be reeled out to re-invent the spirit of 1966. Once the actual playing began, it was obvious, England would struggle through the group stages, then crash out in the knockout stages. Why is this obvious? Because any side boasting such talents as Emile Heskey were never realistically going to achieve a thing.

Some things to come out of the world cup from an English perspective?

• Don’t play Steven Gerrard on the left.
• Don’t play 4-4-2.
• Gareth Barry probably isn’t the answer to all your problems.
• Matthew Upson isn’t very good.
• Don’t leave it until 2 hours before kick off to select an already nervous team.
• If you need goals, don’t send on Emile Heskey.

Now all that is done, it should return to the blissful calm of a cricketing summer, British Open Golf, Tour de France, Wimbledon and their summer sporting counterparts. Yet, already the countdown has begun to another football season which is somehow a mere matter of hours away once more. Every football fan worth his salt will be keeping a keen eye on transfer news, upcoming fixtures and injuries at their respected clubs and rightly so. Lower league supporters will undoubtedly be looking forward to seeing their boys compete again after a few months under the radar. But for the premier league and internationals, has there really been a summer break? From August 2009 to now, it’s been a cacophony of football and the game is threatening to become as tired and limp as Harry Redknapp’s face. But once the rain sets in come late September and away days to Rochdale and Scunthorpe begin to materialise, the world will once again firmly be in football mode minus the phone-in congestion with any luck. Maybe one day there will be a football-free summer, but for now, it’s time to keep dreaming. H’away the Bluebirds!