Survival Integral to Wolves (And Us All)

If I said that Mick McCarthy is a simple man and that Roy Keane is a moody bastard, would you disagree?

It's a generalisation, based on a public perception of their personalities which is to large extent controlled and who knows, to know them the opposite might even be true. All the same from what we know of them, I think it's a fair summation and I've read both "Keane the Autobiography" and "Captain Fantastic".

Mick is a practical person thinking about the realities of the situation he finds himself in and trying to get the best result possible. Keane is a winner who accepts nothing less than victory. Mick would make the best of a bad situation, Keane cannot stomach mediocrity.

It was unfair to see Mick pummeled by the media and everyone else this week. He didn't invent the Premier League and it's not his fault it's top heavy or that he had to go to Old Trafford three days after grinding out a win at White Hart Lane. The English said he was worse than Thierry Henry because at least Henry was trying to win. Practicality over single-mindedness.

Neil Warnock is still going on about Liverpool playing a weakened team against Fulham in 2007. What is never mentioned is that Warnock himself played a weakened team at Old Trafford himself that season and United too played a weakened team against West Ham in the last game of that season, a game the Hammers won sending Sheffield United down. No one dares to criticise Ferguson but it's always open season on easy targets like Benitez and McCarthy. Steve Coppell famously did his best not to qualify for Europe and just about succeeded the same season. It is unfortunate but undeniable that success has become a relative concept in the Premier League.

I'm stating the blatantly obvious here which does not make for interesting reading. That I feel the need to rebut such weak arguments from football's most eminent writers is a further indication of how boring and irrelevant football is becoming. It sold it's soul a long time ago while those with a vested or professional interest continue to deceive us (and probably themselves) into thinking that the romance is still alive. Mick McCarthy is neither sentimental nor delusional and never has been.

Arsene Wenger criticised Mick for bringing the integrity of the Premier League into question. The beauty of the Premier League is that it has no integrity. It doesn't care for local talent, fair play or level playing fields. It is survival of the fittest at a very base level. If you are big and strong you can devour the weaker teams but even the weaker teams are happy to take a beating once in a while as long as they live to fight another day.

Wolves are like Ireland in the EU, small fry but as long as we get a cut, we won't bother the big boys. Mick is a simple man and he has no illusions about Wolves becoming Kings of the Jungle. The Premier League is great not because any team can win but because survival and success is gained by the most efficient use of all resources available to a team over the course of the season. It forces everyone to think outside the box and try every trick in the book.

Occasionally this results in diving, cheating and submission but there's also the magic produced when there's no other way out, the sheer unpredictability of it all (I mean, let's face it the Wolves team that night and all the controversy that has followed was unforeseen), getting a result when you absolutely need it or not when it's absolutely expected, the euphoria of survival, financial ruin for those who don't and all of it happening at a hundred miles an hour.

That's why people love the Premier League. There are so many factors which dictate the outcomes, no one controls them and so we are always left guessing, questioning and most importantly of all, watching.

Celebrating One Year of the Blog by Writing in It.

To celebrate one full year of the blog, I am actually going to write something in it. I suppose it's a good example of how long I stick at something before quitting. Six months is consistent with other notions I've had over the years. Then it all just seems to tail off.

Have I learned anything from the year that was? Only that football can be a cruel game and that life is dreadfully unfair sometimes. Whether or not I learned it this year, I also realised that when you get knocked down, there is nothing for it but to get up, brush yourself down and drive on again. Was it Vince Lombardi who said that it's not about how hard you fall but how quickly you get back up?

Other things I've learned include:

1. It turns out that Stephen Ireland isn't all that good after all and we didn't need him to qualify for the World Cup;


2. The Limerick Hurlers are shit but then we knew that already. I don't think I'm even going to bother fooling myself into thinking they have a chance next year;


3. Getting a book published isn't all that easy;


4. Geovanni Trapatonni drinks whiskey straight, no ice;


5. Packie Bonner is huge in person (and also very cagey);


6. Paul McShane is sound, if a bit dodgey under a high ball;


7. People get genuinely offended when I slag off Munster Rugby;


8. Mark Foley is to Limerick hurling what Elin Nordregan is to Tiger Woods;


9. I was cheated into using Gillette shaving products, it's Wilkinson Sword for me from now. Two Blades, job done, no fuss, no lies;


10. The Robbie Keane debate is no closer to resolution;


11. Shane Warne made it acceptable (expected even) to burn the candle at both ends;


12. Being a substitute goalkeeper for a Championship side isn't all it's cracked up to be;


13. Face guards do work;


14. Clare U-21 hurlers showed that occasionally you get what you deserve;


15. If you get an opportunity and don't take it, it may not come around again;


16. Ireland will not be making a bid to host the 2016 European Championships;


17. Irish people like to whinge about injustice;


18. 5 a side soccer is awesome;


19. Andy Reid was fat after all and not just big boned;


20. The Irish taxpayer should not be paying Eamon Dunphy's wages (or anyone else's in RTE for that matter);
21. Darragh O'Sé did have one more season left in him;
22. Found out what the State of Origin is.

For all it's faults I do love sport, such as:

• Coming into work on a Monday morning and reading all the match reports from the weekend.


• Putting my heart and soul into Ireland qualifying for the World Cup and then being crushed when we didn't. To quote Lomdardi again: In great attempts it is glorious even to fail. I tend to agree.


• Watching Hurling matches.


• Match of the Day and Match of the Day 2 (I miss you both terribly).


• Reading well written articles, reports and interviews or listening to good discussions.


• Tracking the progress of young players and seeing them make a breakthrough.


• Scoring goals.


• Surprising yourself with a defence splitting pass or bit of skill.


• Snatching victory from the jaws of defeat.


• Being right about something or even pleasantly surprised when you're not.


• A fit Fernando Torres.


• The Munster Championship.


• Meeting people more obsessed with hurling and soccer than I am.


• Pucking ball just for the sake of it of an evening.
  

I don't know when I'll write on here again. I don't think it really matters but one thing is for sure, out of all the bullshit that surrounds us it's important to have a passion in life be it sport, writing or whatever you're having yourself so throw yourself into it, don't worry about what anyone else thinks and if you stick to your guns, it might just get you somewhere.