Saturday 27 February 2021

Political Football

 


Political Football

In sixth century Constantinople, capital of the Byzantine empire, chariot racing was followed with as much passion as football is today. The great Hippodrome used for the sport could hold 150,000 spectators and the evolution of the teams who took part in the races has some parallels with the development of football. The four main teams were known by their colours; Greens, Blues, Reds and Yellows. It seems uncanny to note that the Greens and Blues came to dominate and built huge fan bases which historians think had political and religious undertones. The rivalry was bitter and often violent. It is recorded that in the year 501 the Greens ambushed the Blues supporters on their way to the stadium and a battle ensued which left 3000 dead. Indeed, some years later when the Greens and Blues for once united against the unpopular Emperor Justinian, he waited until they were in the stadium, sealed the exits and had his loyal soldiers massacre the crowd. Some 30,000 died in the Hippodrome on that day. It seemed in those ancient times that sport and politics were a volatile mixture.

This week I watched Al Jazeera’s documentary ‘The Fans who make football: Celtic.’ It was a very interesting look at the history, culture and politics surrounding Celtic as viewed by people from a very different culture. The documentary discussed the roots of Celtic, the laudable intent of the founding fathers, the ingrained support of Irish nationalism among many of their supporters down the years and how a new generation of Celtic supporters is as politicized and aware of the struggles of peoples such as the Palestinians as their fathers and grandfathers were. The documentary isn’t flawless but it is nonetheless interesting.

It got me thinking about the place of politics in sport and in reality, football is probably the most politicised of all sports growing as it did out of working-class communities around the world. Each club has its narrative, its foundation story and its unique culture. There are sub-groups within supports and the growth of the ultra-movement has added a keener edge to footballing rivalry. Politically, clubs such as Livorno, St Pauli. Hapoel Tel Aviv, Rayo Vallecano, AEK Athens and of course Celtic have left leaning elements among their support while others such as Lazio, Real Madrid, Zenit St Petersburg, Beitar Jerusalem, Rangers and even the England national side have elements who exhibit right wing or even fascist tendencies.

In the case of Celtic, history looms large in the formation of social and political attitudes. The founding generation of Celtic were children of An Gorta Mor and the trauma of the so called ‘famine’ was a living reality to them. Brother Walfrid himself was born in 1840 and his early years saw death, disease and emigration reduce his country’s population by 25%. That was combined with that blatantly hypocritical attitude of Victorian rulers and landowners who professed Christianity, but in many cases seemed not to care a jot about the poor Jesus embraced.  The experience of the Irish in Scotland was, for many, one of exploitation, prejudice and poverty. It is hardly surprising that a community dealing with such things had opinions about the structures of society which kept them, for the most part, on the bottom rung of the ladder. Perhaps it explains the empathy many Celtic supporters have with those less fortunate and those feeling the weight of oppression.

Over the years the expression of political and cultural identity has taken many forms. Kenneth Wolstenholme, that grand old football commentator who uttered the immortal words, ‘some people are on the pitch. They think it’s all over, it is now,’ had a soft spot for Celtic and said that their fans with their ‘revolutionary songs’ were exceptional. The songs I heard at Celtic Park in my boyhood were a mixture of Celtic club songs and Irish folk songs with a distinct political flavour. Among them were On Erin’s Green Valley, Sean South, the Wild Rover and The Soldier’s Song. There were, and remain, many Celtic folk who are comfortable with those songs whilst others would rather it was kept to Celtic songs. The advent of the conflict in Ireland in the late 1960s would add some more militant songs to the mix.

Banner displays have become increasingly complex and sophisticate. Where once lads like me made our own out of a Subbuteo pitch, banners are now commercially designed and produced to the highest standards. Political statements like the Bobby Sands/William Wallace display caused great debate among Celtic fans particularly as the conflict Sands was involved in was in living memory. Some fans thought it a splendid display while others thought it went to far. UEFA saw it as political, which it was, and handed out another fine.



The visit of Lazio to Glasgow in 2019 saw something of a clash of ideologies as Lazio fans marched through Glasgow replete with fascist salutes and singing the anti-communist song ‘Avanti Raggazzi di Buda.’ (Lead on Youth of Buda) The song commemorates the Hungarian uprising against communist control in 1956 which was brought to a bloody end when the Soviet Union sent its tanks into Budapest. Ironically it is a song about fighting occupation and oppression which in other circumstances Celtic fans might quite like but its adoption by the right-wing elements at Lazio mean it is now tainted by association. At the match itself, Celtic’s Ultras displayed banners showing Mussolini hanging after his execution in 1945 and one which said in Italian ‘F*ck you Lazio.’ There was no love lost between the more political elements among both supports and some Celtic fans argued that the Mussolini display only ensured that there would be trouble in Rome at the return tie and endangered other Celtic fans. A huge Police operation in Rome kept problems to a minimum but four Celtic fans still returned home with stab wounds.



A lot of football supporters go to games to back their team and have little interest in political posturing. Not all Lazio fans fascists, not all Celtic fans are left wing in their outlook but enough are to generate a sub-culture within the club which has a huge impact on how Celtic are viewed around the world. The flag display in solidarity with the Palestinians during a game against an Israeli side was beamed around the globe as was the fundraising for Palestinian charities which followed the inevitable UEFA fine. It has been argued that the gentrification of football in recent decades has driven a desire to eradicate much of the working-class political culture which surrounds certain clubs but it seems a forlorn hope at clubs like Celtic.

There is a lot of hypocrisy around about political displays or messages at football. During a recent match at St Mirren there were adverts around the field for the SNP and the Labour Party yet both parties would argue sport is no place for politics. But it always has been and it always will be. From the 1968 Olympics when Tommie Smith and John Carlos gave the clenched fist, Black Power salute on the winners podium as the US national anthem was played, to the modern Black Lives Matter, anti-racist taking a knee of the modern era, politics is there. From the ‘blood in the water’ polo final at the Sydney Olympics in 1956 when the Hungarians met the USSR just months after Soviet tanks crushed the uprising. Players exchanged taunts and punches in perhaps the most brutal water polo game of all time. Again, politics was seen in sport in a most blatant way.



Countries have boycotted the Olympic games, refused to play football matches and even gone to war over sport. Sporting teams represent communities, cities or countries and as such will have an identity which marks this out. Celtic FC has a very strong identity and surrounding culture which can rile up some in their home country. To see them so successful in the recent past is hard for some to take but the majority of Scots took great pleasure in their win in Lisbon in 1967 and the club has gone from the one described in early reports as ‘the Irishmen’ to a Scottish club proud of its Irish roots.

Can we picky and say one display is acceptable because we happen to agree with it, whilst others aren’t because we don’t? Obviously overt displays of racism, sectarianism, homophobia, etc would rightly be thought of as unacceptable by most right-thinking people. But what of ‘Tories not welcome’ or ‘F*ck you Lazio’ on banners? The place of politics in sport will always be contentious and the debate will rumble on.

Football supporters are not a homogenous mass and there will always be a variety of opinions among fans of each club about the place of politics in football. It will always be there and as long as it doesn’t reach the point it did in ancient Constantinople when the Green and Blues fought it out in pitched battles, is that such a bad thing?

 


 

 

 

Thursday 11 February 2021

Uncomfortable Truths

 


Uncomfortable Truths

I write these words not as a supporter of Celtic but as a human being. If you read them and look for ammunition to use in the sick online point scoring game which has descended into the gutter in recent years then I suggest you stop reading now and go ponder your personal morality.

Today saw the release of the SFA’s report into non recent sexual abuse in Scottish football. Its 191 pages are a damning indictment of the actions of wicked predators who used their positions of power to prey on vulnerable young people. It is also an indictment of a system which failed in its duty of care towards the children involved. The report states….

‘Children and young people were harmed because of the actions of individuals. Their responsibility for their actions is inescapable and it is right that this should be made explicit where possible through prosecution. However, going beyond the actions of those individuals who actually perpetrated abuse there is a wider issue of accountability based on a duty of care to young people on the part of organisations and exercised by those who worked within them.’

The report contains the testimony of people, who as vulnerable children, were groomed and abused in the most heinous manner. Many relinquished their right to anonymity to tell harrowing tales of what they endured and how, for the most part, the clubs and Scottish football failed them. Potential careers in football foundered, physical health was impacted and lifelong mental health issues are still endured by the victims of these crimes. Some sought solace in substance abuse while for others, low self-esteem, depression and self-harm became part of their lives.

It seems inescapable to conclude anything other than the fact that some organisations cared more for their reputations than for the youngsters harmed on their watch.

Some young people found the courage to report what they had endured and were met with mixed responses. One lad involved with Rangers FC told his parents and the report states what happened with the following words…

‘X later confided in his parents about this event. His parents then contacted members of the Management Team at Rangers FC who confronted D who was immediately dismissed from the Club. The Club have since said publicly that this matter was reported to the Police at the time however the Independent Review is unable to confirm whether a formal report was made. X returned to Rangers FC the following week. However, the Review was told that the repercussions of his allegations continued for him at the club. This mainly included a coach openly threatening that whoever had “grassed” his friend and “got him the sack” had better “watch his back” as he would “make his life hell”. The Review is concerned that, even following the dismissal of D from the Club, a colleague of D was able to intimidate young players (including X) as if to enforce their continued silence about any possible experiences which rightly should have been reported and dealt with.’

This example demonstrates the type of culture which stopped many, possibly the majority, of victims from coming forward even to this day and perpetuated the problem.

Such is the sad state of elements of our society that the above paragraphs in what is a Celtic blog will be viewed as selective and bias. Let me therefore assuage the more unhinged by demonstrating that there are no sacred cows and that all who failed our children are equally culpable. The SFA’s report is clear about football’s failings and that includes the failing of my own club, Celtic FC. There can be no hiding from this, no pathetic point scoring. This issue affected many of the major football clubs in the land. Indeed, the scale of the problem was laid bare when the English FA and the SFA opened their enquiries. They found, as one article pointed out…

‘Within a month of the initial reporting, the Football Association, the Scottish Football Association, several football clubs and over 20 UK police forces had established various inquiries and investigations and over 350 alleged victims had come forward. By July 2018, 300 suspects were reported to have been identified by 849 alleged victims, with 2,807 incidents involving 340 different clubs. By the end of 2019, 15 men had been charged with historical sexual abuse offences, 14 of whom were tried. Thirteen – Bennell, Ormond, Higgins, William Toner, Michael Coleman, Jim McCafferty, Robert Smith, James Torbett, Gerald King, Frank Cairney, Norman Shaw, David Daniel Hayes, and Dylan Lamb – were convicted; all, except King (given a three-year probation order) were jailed. Paul McCann was cleared. Michael Carson took his own life before his trial opened. Other allegations involve individuals who had died prior to the revelations or died before charges could be brought.

The sheer scale of the problem in laid bare in the above paragraph. Football was not an isolated context for this predatory behaviour as scandals within various churches, orphanages, care homes and scout groups proved. However, it cannot be denied that it was lax and, on some occasions, negligent in its duty of care to youngsters who were put into the hands of unvetted individuals who abused their position of trust. One man with links to Celtic FC, outlined his experiences in the report in a brutally frank manner and his disturbing account is compounded by the attitudes of the time. He stated that he …

‘…could tell no-one because he believed others would blame him; or stigmatise him (especially thinking he was 'gay' which was, and continues to be, considerably stigmatising for many young men in Scotland particularly in football and other sporting activity); would jeopardise his football career which was extremely important to him; and would cause him to be ridiculed and rejected by his peers. He also saw A as a powerful and influential figure who would always be believed before him.’

That culture of silence was what allowed the predators to get away with these things for so long. The report further states with added pathos…

‘A few years later he reported his experiences to the Scottish FA and to the Police. The Review understands that the Scottish FA took no further formal action in relation to his allegations.’

We should never forget the youngster who lost their innocence as well as their dreams of a career in football at the hands of wicked men. We can only imagine the impact their suffering has had on their lives. The report touches on aspects of the damage done when it states…

“The price they have paid has often been lifelong, frequently serious and sometimes catastrophic. The collateral damage caused to their relationships, their employment, their physical and mental health and their social wellbeing is incalculable.’

The reviews first recommendation is that an unequivocal and unreserved public apology be issued to those affected by sexual abuse in Scottish football. Such an apology should be on behalf of the club/organisation itself as well as the wider football family. There has to be recognition that the clubs involved failed in their duty of care. Celtic FC has long argued that the Celtic Boys Club was a separate entity and it had no control over who functioned as coaches in it. It may have a legal point in this, but it is morally right to apologise to those victims we know about. Even if the club does not accept legal culpability, it should compensate them. Celtic benefitted from the Boys Club by having first pick of its players and undoubtedly had a close association with it. The time for sheltering behind legalese is finished; do the right thing.

I know some of you reading this will have experienced abuse in your lives and I apologise if the above words reopen bad memories but Scottish football need to deal openly and honestly with the festering sore of historic child abuse. It affected many clubs in our land and blighted the lives of so many children and young people. The spectre of moronic chants about abuse from the stands of our football stadiums or graffiti on the walls of our towns and cities needs to be banished forever. It is despicable to use these events to score points over rivals especially so when similar events took place at your own club.

Thank you to the SFA for publishing this report. It is an ugly document full of uncomfortable truths but they had to be said. So, let us be mature about this and work together to see that it can never happen again. This isn’t about the petty rivalries of one club and another; this is about decent human beings standing together to say no more!

 

This article is dedicated to all the victims of sexual abuse in football, known and as yet unknown. I hope you managed to overcome the ghosts of the past and have a happy life. HH

 

 

Monday 8 February 2021

An education of sorts

 

An education of sorts

When I was a lad, I caused a war in our house by taking the Subbuteo pitch my brothers and I played with and making a Celtic banner out of it. Some broad white tape made a saltire on the green background and a Celtic crest cut from an older flag was stuck onto the centre of the banner. I thought it was pretty good and I took it to a match between Celtic and Aberdeen at Celtic Park on an April night in 1977. Celtic were already champions after clinching the title at Easter Road a few days before and there was a party atmosphere in the stadium. The old place was rocking and Celtic responded with a performance worthy of champions as Aberdeen were swept away 4-1.

I watched from the centre of a noisy, raucous Jungle as Glavin, Dalglish and Conn ripped Aberdeen apart. As a schoolboy it was one of my first forays in there with my mates. Normally I would only go in there with my old man and uncle with us as it did have a reputation as being a rough and occasionally dangerous place to watch football. On that night though, the mood was good, the songs filled the air and it was strangely beautiful to see so many people united behind a common cause. A bunch of us stood by Exit 7 watching the game and I noticed beside us two grey haired old chaps in their bunnets, fags hanging on their lips as if glued there. They were clearly into their 70s, yet they roared and sang along with the rest and I calculated in my mind that they had probably seen McGrory, Thomson, Tully, Stein and the Lions in their time and here they were still roaring their team on.

On any occasion when linesmen gave dubious calls against Celtic some voice or other would boom out from the Jungle and give the poor chap a hard time. I recall one match when the flag went up and a man with a voice like a foghorn shouting, ‘Linesman! I’ll come doon there and shove that flag so far up your arse you’ll be farting oot affside decision for years!’ As the flag went up again moments later, he was at the poor official again, ‘Linesman, don’t think I cannae see that masonic ring ya wee runt!’  This continued for most of the game with each new insult and threat growing in ingenuity and drawing on an extensive vocabulary of Glaswegian swear words and anatomical features. Eventually as the game was nearing its end the poor man raised his flag again and the foghorn boomed out again, ‘Linesman!’ The official braced himself for another verbal onslaught but instead the Jungle denizen roared, ‘Ye got wan right for a change, ya dick!’

As that match with Aberdeen ended all those years ago the supporters refused to leave and chanted ‘Jock Stein’ over and over until the great man returned to the field to take a bow. It was to be the last hurrah at Celtic Park for Stein who would lead the team to Hampden seeking to claim the Scottish Cup to complete the double.

A couple of weeks after that thrilling league win over Aberdeen, I headed to rain drenched Hampden to watch Celtic win the cup. It was a tight, edgy game which was decided by a penalty kick converted by Andy Lynch in the 20th minute. The game was shown live on TV and the same teams who had attracted 122,714 fans to the final just 4 years earlier played in front of 54,252. Hampden looked tired and shorn of any faded glory it might have possessed around that time. The cinder terraces were awash with mud and most of the spectators were soaked by the relentless Scottish rain. As a kid that doesn’t bother you as it was all about seeing your team, roaring them on and hopefully seeing them winning. In my mind’s eye I can still see Kenny Dalglish raise the cup aloft in the old wooden stand with its quaint press box on the roof, a huge cheer going up from the Celtic faithful.


As we were leaving the stadium, I heard some fans shouting at someone up in that small north stand which was oddly perched above the north enclosure. I could see an old man with a shock of grey hair spitting down onto the Celtic fans below. He was red faced with rage and I found such displays of hatred strangely odd. I was brought up to see other teams as rivals and not enemies. It was an inkling of how deep seated the dislike of all things Celtic was to some in those days. There may be some among the Celtic support who harbour the same malice towards Rangers but as I left Hampden that day, I had my first real inkling that this all went far beyond football for some.

A few moments later as we turned onto Somerville Drive just outside the stadium, I could see that a pitched battle was already in progress as bottles flew and insults were screamed out. The Police were further up the Drive trying to stop Rangers fans charging down and both sets of supporters had enough hot heads in their ranks to make it an ugly scene. My old man guided my brothers and I away from the trouble saying, ‘That’s the difference between us and them; we don’t like them much but they hate us.’ His own life experience was in those words and it went way beyond his experiences at football.

Watching football in those days was an education in not just the arts of the game, but also in social attitudes, staying safe in tricky situations and learning about the culture surrounding Celtic since the club’s inception. Supporters buses were places where the older generation passed on the stories and songs of their youth to the new generation. It was here the older generation passed on their stories and their songs about Celtic. It was here we learned of Tully scoring with two corner kicks, John Thomson’s tragic death and a hundred other episode’s in Celtic’s history. For some youngsters, there would also be an introduction to history or politics and sometimes radical views were aired. You could find yourself discussing James Connolly as much as James McGrory or Jimmy Johnstone. Celtic songs were interspersed with historical Irish ballads and the Croppy Boy was as well known to us as the songs about the Celtic boys we were travelling to cheer on.  

That Subbuteo pitch banner made it to Hampden for that 1977 cup final but was sadly lost on a supporters’ bus the following season and never seen again. Knowing the retribution of my older brothers would be forthcoming, I had to flip the Celtic rug my old man bought in 1967 and carefully drew a pitch on the reverse side with a felt pen. It wasn’t the emerald perfection on the Subbuteo pitch but at least we could still play. That rug is still in the family and the pitch is still there on the reverse side.

I sometimes look at it and smile at the lifetime of memories that have revolved around such items. The old brigade have gone to their rest and I guess folk like me are the old brigade now. What have I learned in all these years?

Well, let me start by telling you about the great gift my old man gave to me on that first day he took me by the hand and led me up Kerrydale Street…