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Simon Barnes is a BRILLIANT journalist/ writer. That his interests cover both Sport and Birding is a joy to me. Here's one of his recent and finest moments-
Shared loyalty is fantasy no manager can afford
By Simon Barnes, Chief Sports Writer
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THE acid test for love is hatred. That has always been the way of things in football. Your love for your club is measured by your loathing for your rivals. No other test reveals the truth of your love to quite the same extent.
Share my train journey from Cardiff after the FA Cup Final of 2003. Southampton had been roundly defeated by Arsenal. Naturally, the Southampton fans wished to demonstrate their undead affection, their unswerved loyalty. So they sang their songs of hate.
Hatred not of Arsenal, but of Portsmouth. Shoot the Pompey scum! Yes, they were real Southampton fans and their love flowed from every word of hatred. It was quite a wrench to leave them at Newport, but somehow I managed it.
So Harry Redknapp, former manager of Portsmouth, has gone to manage Southampton. He left one job when it apparently became intolerable and took another. This is a reasonable thing to do in the world of commerce, but football does not have its being in reason.
The very possibility of this move caused Terry Brady, a Portsmouth director, to go weak at the knees. “It really would be the highest form of betrayal possible.”
Dante put Judas at the lowest reach of the inferno, but Portsmouth fans would find a place still lower for Redknapp.
You can move from Barclays to Lloyds. You can move from the Abbey to the Halifax. You can move from W H Smith to Waterstone’s — and all without risking comparison with the disciple who took the pieces of silver. But to move from a certain football club to their traditional rivals is betrayal.
Alan Smith moved from Leeds United to a much better job with Manchester United. So he is Judas, too. George Graham, former Arsenal manager, moved to Tottenham Hotspur and the Spurs supporters never once chanted his name. To do so would be to betray their love. Football supporters don’t change allegiance and love themselves for their loyalty. They take pride in the miserable defeats they have witnessed, the relegations they have experienced, the dismal away-days they have travelled.
The supporter lives in a fantasy that says their loyalty is shared by the people who manage and play for the club they love. It has no basis in fact. The chasm between the fan’s loyalty and the lack of loyalty from everybody who works for his club creates one of the eternal tensions of the footballing life.
The loyal ones dwell at the bottom of the heap. Those they cheer, those they make millionaires by their support, have no equivalent loyalty, certainly not to fans or club. The fans are loyal to an institution, or rather, to an idea. Most people are loyal to human beings.
For a Portsmouth fan, wearing a Southampton shirt, walking to the ground with Southampton supporters, cheering a Southampton goal, is impossible to contemplate. But managers and players are not fans and have a totally different idea of what loyalty means.
The idea of hating the Scotland football team was not difficult for Sir Alf Ramsey. “Welcome to Scotland,” he was once told and replied in his best elocutionary tones: “You must be f****** joking.”
But such a concept is alien to Sven-Göran Eriksson. He is a mercenary, loyal to his contract and his employers, and for him, England v Scotland would be just another match. Eriksson was called a traitor when he considered other offers. He was nothing of the kind. He was a mercenary. If you want to hire a mercenary, pay the going rate and don’t get seduced by the idea that he is doing it for love. All managers, all players are mercenaries. Football is their trade and their reality. For supporters, football is their joy and their fantasy. When somebody makes a Redknapp move, a Smith move, a Graham move, that fantasy is exposed for what it is. It is a horrid moment and those who hold on to the fantasy are left mightily aggrieved. Managers are not supporters and nor are players. For a player or a manager, a fan-type loyalty would be professional suicide.
Les chiens sont fidèles, mais pas au chiennes.