Wednesday, March 09, 2011

The curious case of The Herald's low-key Rangers exclusive

Newspapers exist to deliver the news. That is a simple truism. Throughout the industry, there is an unending competition to beat rivals to the punch - to be "first with the news". And what newspapers or any news media crave most of all is the exclusive - the story that no one else has.

So you might think that when a newspaper gets first sniff of a story relating to an event that is to be the subject of a parliamentary debate that day, that they could be relied on to "big it up" - to shout it from the rooftops.

It is curious, then, that Tuesday, 8 March saw just such a story appearing in a paper but delivered in such a low-key manner as to almost send it flying below the Scottish football radar. In fact, if it wasn't for Celtic cyberspace, you might have missed it altogether. Other papers have yet to run with it, presumably because they can't establish the facts.

With the "shame game" still vexing pundits and politicians alike, days after the Chief Executive of the SFA had cited specific instances of unacceptable behaviour from Rangers players El Hadj Diouf and Madjid Bougherra, and with Celtic and Rangers set to discuss the events at Holyrood, The Herald almost apologetically whispered that they "understood" the players were in the clear with the SFA.

The Herald had information that no other paper seemed to have and yet chose to devote a mere 162 words to relaying the potentially explosive news that the abuse of the referee and inflammatory behaviour referred to by the SFA's Stewart Regan was considered a closed case with referee Calum Murray "reporting 'no additional misconduct' in his paperwork, the referee, at least, is content that both players were dealt with sufficiently at the time".

Equally intriguing is the name of the reporter, Martin McMillan. You may have read Martin's name on many a low-key match report and minor story. What a scoop for a reporter whose work is otherwise mundane. But you won't see McMillan on TV or hear him on radio.

Why? Because he doesn't exist. The name Martin McMillan is what is known as a house byline, a name of convenience added to stories, usually supplied by outside agencies or taken straight off the wires (streamed agency reports), to make it appear to readers that actual reporters are delivering news. It is a common practice in the industry and almost every title has them.

But if a news agency had such an exclusive, you would be reading about it first on the back page of one of the better-paying tabloids such as the Sun or the Daily Record. So we can rule them out as a source.

That leads us to speculate as to why the paper might deliver such a story without inviting full attention to it. Any journalist on the sports desk would want to put their name to that particular scoop, claiming the kudos for their investigative work.

Of course, it could be that the story is couched in such ambiguous terms, using terms like "Herald Sport understands" because they can't "stand the story up" - in layman's terms, verify it. But printing a story that just might be true doesn't sound like the approach of the Herald.

Could there be another reason? Could they be sacrificing the splash to protect the source who had presumably delivered the details of the referee's report in breach of his or her contract at the SFA?

Who could possibly be in the inner sanctum of the SFA with a strong connection to the Herald Sports desk?


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Friday, March 04, 2011

The unholy alliance - Rangers and the Scottish media at their worst

Isn't it remarkable? After a night of football in which one side set out to injure their opponents, allowing them possession only to hack and stamp on anything that moved, there is a classic Scottish media re-write taking place before our very eyes.

The "Old Firm" tag is being used again to create a story of equivalence that flies in the face of reality. Let's not lose sight of some facts.

The fans
Rangers fans chanted every vile song in their repertoire of filth. The famine song, Who shagged all the Boys?, the Billy Boys, I Was Born Under A Union Jack, to name but a few.

And lest anyone say that Celtic fans are the only ones whose songs sometimes recall Ireland's fight for independence, let's not forget Father's Advice, whose lyrics include: "Oh my father said to me 'I must join the Y.C.V' [youth wing of the UVF], With a rifle or a pistol in my hand".

These are the same people who sang taunts about the death of Tommy Burns from a support which thought it funny to abuse a homeless man and throw him in a fountain.

The players
Not for the first time, Rangers attempted a systematic destruction of their opponents' most skilful players. The trouble is that, at present, Celtic have too many of them. Gary Hooper, Beram Kayal, Emilio Izaguirre and Kris Commons in particular were subjected to out and out brutality in a bid to injure them. Rangers under Walter Smith have form for this. Wednesday night was one of the worst examples and resulted in a glut of red and yellow cards.

Among their ranks in the spiritual home of the gormless, undignified fool, is El Hadj Diouf. For some reason it has become accepted that Neil Lennon was partly to blame for confronting a player who had stopped to make aggressive contact with a physio who was running on to treat an injured player, while en route to the Celtic technical area - running all of 30 yards to do so.

The confrontation resulted in two members of the Rangers staff encroaching on the Celtic area (admittedly Kenny McDowell seemed only to be trying to harness the snarling buffoon in the blue shirt). For this, Ally McCoist and many in the Scottish media seem to think the Celtic coaching staff are to blame. Had Smith or McCoist taught their players any manners, they would be observing the same unwritten rules as teams all over the world - players don't engage with opposition coaches or approach their bench.

But the lower Rangers go, the worse their problems become, the more they respond by dispensing of a pretence of basic dignity and indulge in the boorish behaviour of the thug.

We also witnessed the spectacle of Madjid Bougherra manhandling the referee at least twice. For players of any other club, one instance of such behaviour results in a red card, a fine and an extended ban. Bougherra's second offence came while trying to physically prevent the referee from sending him off after a malicious challenge on Kris Commons that would be best described as an attack.

In the meantime, Scott Brown was booked for pulling out of a challenge with Davie Weir, who nevertheless sprawled on the floor as if pole-axed. We should be kind and presume he just wanted a rest.

The coaches
McCoist and Smith sent a gang out to destroy a football team. Neil Lennon, Johan Mjällby and Alan Thompson sent out a group of professionals to pass the ball, play attacking football and maintain their discipline.

Neil Lennon should keep his composure better, I will concede. At the same time, the message that the coaching staff at Celtic will not take abuse lying down is resonating with fans and players alike. There is a fighting spirit, a passion and a pride at Celtic that appeared to be in serious jeopardy in recent times. The coaches are to be praised for their defence of the cause, even if Lennon's temper can be to his detriment.

Instead of reprimanding Neil Lennon, McCoist should deal with the likes of Kyle Lafferty, who publicly mocked him on Twitter or their new 19-year-old idiot Kyle Bartley who, despite being two months into a loan deal now seems to be authorised to single out the Celtic captain in the media and square up to Johann Mjallby. When on-loan teenagers behave like that, without reproach, it says much of the culture of the club.


The Chief Executive

Putting the cherry on top was the bronzed figure of Martin Bain - you know the guy who sort of suggested that singing the racist Famine Song might be a bad idea because some fans might get in trouble with the police? Bain is obviously aware that the camera images show a picture of indefensibly indisciplined behaviour. How do we know this? Because his only defence is of unsubstantiated provocation by things that were allegedly said out of earshot to his shrinking violet players.

As if briefed by Media House, Bain's response is to resort to smearing the opposition, rather than asking better of his coaching staff who, in one more of his delusions, he believes are respected the world over. In doing so and in pointing to the referee - without a word of criticism of his own players - he is endorsing their behaviour. It's the Rangers way.

The referee
Let's get one thing straight - there have been three decent performances by referees in recent meetings with the R-word. But Callum Murray has not bent over backwards to help Celtic.

At Ibrox, he wrongly sent off Fraser Forster - not his fault; he was cheated by Steven Naismith and given no help by his linesman. He also wrongly ruled Giorgios Samaras offside when onside by yards - again at the behest of the same linesman.

On Wednesday, he wrongly booked Scott Brown, as mentioned above and failed to award a penalty when Bartley used both hands to block the ball. There could be no argument about the yellow cards to Mark Wilson or Daniel Majstorovic. Otherwise, his major crime was being overly lenient towards Rangers players.

However, under appalling pressure from Rangers players, he kept his head and punished clear fouls and dangerous play, though Bougherra should have been sent off much earlier.

In his criticisms, Martin Bain seems to be calling for a reversion to the recent days when Rangers booted opponents with impunity while the world watched. It can be interesting to hear the language used by commentators from other countries. For example, when Lafferty tried to break Andreas Hinkel's leg, Spanish commentators branded him a "criminal bastard". The Scottish media were rather more kind.

And the day after all this carnage, what does Hugh Keevins focus on? The Celtic manager, of course.

The fact is that Rangers are an institution the like of which the world has never seen. The club has no sporting ethos but is comfortable being a vehicle for bigotry and hatred. They should be isolated and condemned.

We are not like them and never have been. We must never stop challenging lies to the contrary.

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Tuesday, August 03, 2010

Forget the board - it's thunder time

I have never met a man with a moustache who I really trusted. Likewise a trimmed beard. One can argue all day that to grow facial hair is to accept that natural state of man - fair enough for those who accept a tousled mop in their custard - but the crafting of such as a bodily adornment always gives me pause.

The bible makes no mention of the Remington Beard Trimmer; no apostle is drawn with a Mexican handlebar. So when I see a man who has cultured his own lip rug my inner psychologist comes in to play. What's he trying to say? What statement is he making about himself. Does he think it makes him more attractive, more powerful? Doesn't it get crusty with snotters in winter?

And so, dear reader, I need hardly tell you that Dermot Desmond is a man of whom I have long harboured suspicions.

And yet this is not a time for any division amongst Celtic fans over some lip-rugged shyster or sharp-suited charlatan. There is time ahead for recriminations - for asking why we sold Artur Boruc without securing an adequate replacement, why chronic back pain should affect Aiden McGeady just before a Champions League qualifier, why we have a plethora of midfielders but not a proven, reliable goalscorer or for any talk of Shaun Maloney at all.

Celtic, and one man in particular, needs us. For sure, losing 3-0 away to Braga was not our club's finest hour. Nor, mind you was it remotely comparable to the Artmedia Bratislava or Neuchatel Xamax fiascos. But those who have given up do their club and its traditions an injustice.

Not so long ago, another Portuguese side, Benfica, was thrashed 3-0 at Celtic Park before returning the favour in their own ground a few weeks later. That is just one example of many occasions on which the atmosphere at Celtic Park - enough, according to Johann Mjallby to have had a seasoned visiting international vomit through fear of entering the arena - has been enough to empower our own side and crush the will of the opposition.

On Wednesday night, Celtic Park must play host to a good, old-fashioned, blood and thunder expression of united defiance. We can beat Braga by enough goals to go through and we must. For now, everything else is a side-issue.

And let's not forget the man under most pressure. Few have given more for or to Celtic. He served us well for years as captain of our most successful side for years. And let's not forget that he has endured the most vile racist, bigoted abuse for his troubles, culminating in his being attacked by thugs and left for dead in the street only to be taunted by Scotland's tabloid press.

Can we do it for Neil Lennon? Can we do it for Celtic? Bring them on.

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