ALAN
SHEARER gets a lot of stick for his “wooden” performances as a
talking head on Match of the Day. A lot of that criticism is perhaps
justified, he is rather good at stating the bleeding obvious in a
somewhat pedantic and boring manner.
Alan Shearer - a very good programme
But,
if the splendid documentary which he fronted on BBC1 last night does
anything to bring peace and help to those many footballers whose
later years – and their loved ones' daily lives – have been
blighted by dementia and associated diseases, then he has mitigated
some of his less-than-enlightening comments on television.
I
have written quite a few obituaries on footballers, famous and
journeymen, and, increasingly, using the standard template whereby
the cause of death is mentioned right at the start, I find myself
typing: “after a lengthy battle against dementia”, or, “his
later years were blighted by Alzheimer's”.
These
diseases are no respecters of persons, such absolute Scotland legends
as Gordon Smith, Dave Mackay and Ally MacLeod fell foul of them,
while I have - on the stocks, obituaries on at least two other great
former Scotland captains who are in the final throes of lengthy
battles with dementia. I am in no hurry to see these in print, but,
it is only a matter of time before they are.
Shearer's
tale, which was scripted by another sporting icon, former Wales Rugby
Union skipper Eddie Butler, focussed to some extent on the battle
which Dawn Astle, daughter of former England and West Bromwich Albion
striker Jeff Astle, has fought to get the link between heading a
football and dementia recognised. The toll this has taken on Dawn was
obvious.
Jeff Astle - perhaps the best-known footballing dementia sufferer
But,
the insurance industry and the football one want more-definitive
scientific proof of the link. At the end of the day, when the link is
definitely proved, it will be the insurance industry which will be
required to pay out, and given past evidence, on other diseases, they
will use their considerable trillions in accrued wealth to fight it.
The big insurance firms did not grow rich by paying out if they could
avoid it.
The
football industry too will take a lot of persuading before they will
start to compensate those who, perhaps, had their later lives ruined
by head injuries which were caused by the simple act of heading the
ball.
Football
does not have a good record in looking after its most-important
sector – the common fans – or its next most-important sector –
the players. Sure, today's big names are paid often obscene sums of
money for their talents, of-course they have power to, either
personally or through their agents, to agree contracts which
sometimes mean, when they hang-up their boots, often in their early
thirties, they need never do a “proper job” for the remainder of
what is a normal working lifespan.
But,
just as, too-many star-struck young kids, who put everything into the
chance of a big-money career in football, are cast onto the scrap
heap by 20 or 23, without qualifications or training in anything
other than how to kick a ball well, too-many average players leave
the game, further down the line, with the ticking time bomb of
later-years health problems ticking away.
The
sheiks and oligarchs who increasingly own and run our clubs are not
too-bothered about this, while governing the game is increasingly
being left to a football “civil service” who are neither civil,
or if serving anyone it is themselves.
Shearer
touched briefly on the position in the USA, where the owners of the
NFL clubs in American football were forced into putting aside
billions of their hard-earned dollars to offset claims of similar
“industrial injuries” through head trauma suffered in their game.
These guys are not known for their altruism, but they had to do it. I
can see the same thing happening here and across the world.
It
will be interesting to see what transpires from this excellent
documentary. The fight for compensation is only beginning and well
done Alan Shearer.
I
PASSED on the other big football programme on Sunday night
television, the BBC2 Scotland documentary on Bill Shankly.
As
a distant relative of Wullie Shankly – although in the Ayrshire
coalfields, second cousins twice-removed makes us family – I have
to declare an interest. I have seen the trailer and know several of
the locals who appeared. I always planned, however, to watch it on
catch-up during the week, I had other things on on Sunday night.
Shankly - how would be have coped with modern football?
So,
obviously I will leave any comments on the actual programme until
after I have watched it. What I will say at this time is – I wonder
what Wullie Shankly would make of 2017 football.
It
is after all, 43-years since he quit the famous Anfield boot room for
those final seven years of rudderless life. Football has changed an
awful lot since then – not least because, when Shankly left the
game, Scotland was the ninth-best team in the world.
I
often wonder how Wullie an the other two-thirds of the “Holy
Trinity” of Scottish managers of the time: Matt Busby and Jock
Stein, or their English equivalent – Bill Nicholson, Brian Clough
and Alf Ramsey – would cope with today's game.
When
they were managing, while Jimmy Hill had seen to it that players were
better rewarded than ever, things were still a long way off the
riches they accrue today. Jean Marc Bosman had yet to make his
game-changing stance and the clubs rather than the players held the
whip hand.
Sure,
club chairmen and directors could still sack managers as they
pleased, but, the men in the suits were fellow Brits, to use the
stock phrase: “butchers, bakers and candle-stick makers”, not
American media moguls, Middle-East potentates, Russian oligarchs or
Far-Eastern “business-men”.
The
directors of Celtic, Manchester United or Liverpool back then, would
accept being second, today, it seems, if a manager is not a winner,
increasingly, he is a former manager. The rewards are greater, but,
so too are the risks.
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