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The Game That Never Happened
Wednesday, 13 May 2015
Our Man in London
James Hothersall sent me these remarkable documents from London. They are copies from The Football Annuals of 1885 and 1886 Edited by Charles Alcock and Published by Wight & co. They give details I haven't yet found from Australian sources about players and officials. I have calculated years and put them above the document in question.
Tuesday, 12 May 2015
Falling in Love Again
I guess a Sunderland supporter is bound to keep falling in love, as per the Elvis song our fans have been singing for years.
Ask Paul Mavroudis. I do keep falling in football love. And it's a long list:
A couple of things have changed that perception markedly in recent times - aside from the Cevaps at North Geelong which were definitely something of a head turner. One is the first Croatian soccer identity I have met and got to know, Pave Jusup. An office-bearer with the Melbourne Knights, he is a calm, intelligent and peaceful young man who has his foibles but lets others have theirs. What's more he can write. I wish many of my writing students could write as well as this cultivated Western Suburbs wog electrician. He loves his club passionately and is always thinking of how to defend it (sometimes pre-emptively with rhetorical aggression). For this, social media sometimes turns him into a kind of fire-breathing monster out to wreck Australian soccer only just rescued from the wog abyss by the new breed. He's not. It wasn't.
And it makes sense. How can a community be identical with the representations a sensationalist media makes of it? Of course some people at his club behaved and still behave on a scale between bad and despicable. Meeting Pave has made me realise that I was too influenced by the stereotypes without ever getting to know the people behind them to make a proper judgement.
I hope this doesn't disappoint Pave, but I haven't fallen in love with him, merely developed a strong fondness.
On the weekend I had the privilege of going to watch my son play for Brunswick City U16s in an early season wooden spoon 6-pointer against St Albans Dinamo. We arrived during an U12 girls game and were struck by the number of people milling around the club. Lots of support; lots of encouragement.
My son found his team mates and I wandered into the club, guided by the welcome sign (left) above the entrance. "Welcome", not "You are entering our territory" or "We are shit hot!". Inside the door were two things that caught my eye. First was an old soccer ball in the trophy cabinet. It reminded me of the ones I used to kick around when I first started playing.
The second item was something I'd never seen at a Melbourne soccer club, a well-placed noticeboard (right) both welcoming opposition players and parents and giving a timetable of the day and ground layout. A magnificent example that is a lesson to all.
Tracing my way via the odours wafting from the canteen I found myself in the clubhouse proper: a hall that might hold 300 people or more, a stage, a bar and a food servery advertising some pretty amazing fare. The cevap roll was not offered on Sunday so I had to make do with a bacon and egg roll. I will be going back with a friend or two to order the $80 plate.
I looked at the walls and saw some fairly standard paraphernalia but was blown away by the wall on which were mounted the shirts from present-day A League players and socceroos, Viduka, Culina and Franjic. The A League players were Dugandzic, Kalmar, Kovacevic and several others.
The Socceroo shirts were in pride of place, as was a poster in the entry declaring support for the Socceroos. The first thing that came to my mind was that this was a club with pride. Pride in being Croatian, pride in being Australian, pride in being a valuable contributor to the game in Australia and elsewhere, pride in being a soccer breeding ground.
The next thought was anger. Anger at those who would dismiss St Albans Dinamo as a bunch of wogs living in the past with no relevance to the future of Australian soccer. I wanted to round up everyone who had ever dismissed 'ethnic' clubs and drag them through an impromptu guided tour of this place of history, culture and dignity combined in a most perfect way. Indeed I was falling in football love.
On marshall duty for the day, I wondered whether my new-found respect might be tested by the locals (Our parents were not going to be a problem I tell you. I had to ask them to make some noise at one point.) On the contrary, it was a day of mutual respect and a hard fought game between two teams knowing that this game would be one of their few chances of a win this season. Even the linesmen were brilliant. Theirs was excellent (at least 4 offsides called against his team); ours was OK, missing a couple of offsides (yes, when I saw his AFL umpires jacket I was a bit worried).
The conversation I had at the end with the other marshall was the clincher. A lovely bloke who expressed concern for our kids and gave compliments as he saw fit. He was pleased with the win but commiserated with us. The Dinamo kids were overjoyed. They sang the first verse of the victory song "Oh when the saints etc" but trailed off when the second started (it was the first time they'd sung it this year).
I'd had a great afternoon in what has been a nursery of Australian soccer. It will be a great mistake and a great tragedy for our game if it ever loses that aspect. If I had any influence at all I would get those who want to 'fix' the game down to a day at Dinamo to see just how valuable, progressive and, yes, ethnically diverse this club is.
As I was leaving I sung a song to myself borrowing from Johhny Cash: "St Albans I love every inch of you," without his irony.
Since the day I have wondered about how much AFL star Ivan Maric's presidency has had an impact on the club. Maybe a lot; maybe not much.
Maybe it'll soften my heart to AFL . . . Though perhaps that's a love too far.
Ask Paul Mavroudis. I do keep falling in football love. And it's a long list:
- Bob Jane Stadium (sigh, and fuck you Eddie)
- Kevin Nelson (a goal a game and still not good enough for South fans)
- Fernando de Moraes
- Mitch Langerak (he hadn't even circumnavigated his penalty area at Kington in his debut warm up and I knew he was going to play for Australia: "Safe as houses!")
- Hobart soccer in general and Shae Hickey in particular
- A kid who plays for my son's futsal team who makes me smile all the while he is playing and who will also play for Australia (I won't name him)
A couple of things have changed that perception markedly in recent times - aside from the Cevaps at North Geelong which were definitely something of a head turner. One is the first Croatian soccer identity I have met and got to know, Pave Jusup. An office-bearer with the Melbourne Knights, he is a calm, intelligent and peaceful young man who has his foibles but lets others have theirs. What's more he can write. I wish many of my writing students could write as well as this cultivated Western Suburbs wog electrician. He loves his club passionately and is always thinking of how to defend it (sometimes pre-emptively with rhetorical aggression). For this, social media sometimes turns him into a kind of fire-breathing monster out to wreck Australian soccer only just rescued from the wog abyss by the new breed. He's not. It wasn't.
And it makes sense. How can a community be identical with the representations a sensationalist media makes of it? Of course some people at his club behaved and still behave on a scale between bad and despicable. Meeting Pave has made me realise that I was too influenced by the stereotypes without ever getting to know the people behind them to make a proper judgement.
I hope this doesn't disappoint Pave, but I haven't fallen in love with him, merely developed a strong fondness.
On the weekend I had the privilege of going to watch my son play for Brunswick City U16s in an early season wooden spoon 6-pointer against St Albans Dinamo. We arrived during an U12 girls game and were struck by the number of people milling around the club. Lots of support; lots of encouragement.
My son found his team mates and I wandered into the club, guided by the welcome sign (left) above the entrance. "Welcome", not "You are entering our territory" or "We are shit hot!". Inside the door were two things that caught my eye. First was an old soccer ball in the trophy cabinet. It reminded me of the ones I used to kick around when I first started playing.
The second item was something I'd never seen at a Melbourne soccer club, a well-placed noticeboard (right) both welcoming opposition players and parents and giving a timetable of the day and ground layout. A magnificent example that is a lesson to all.Tracing my way via the odours wafting from the canteen I found myself in the clubhouse proper: a hall that might hold 300 people or more, a stage, a bar and a food servery advertising some pretty amazing fare. The cevap roll was not offered on Sunday so I had to make do with a bacon and egg roll. I will be going back with a friend or two to order the $80 plate.
I looked at the walls and saw some fairly standard paraphernalia but was blown away by the wall on which were mounted the shirts from present-day A League players and socceroos, Viduka, Culina and Franjic. The A League players were Dugandzic, Kalmar, Kovacevic and several others.
The Socceroo shirts were in pride of place, as was a poster in the entry declaring support for the Socceroos. The first thing that came to my mind was that this was a club with pride. Pride in being Croatian, pride in being Australian, pride in being a valuable contributor to the game in Australia and elsewhere, pride in being a soccer breeding ground.
The next thought was anger. Anger at those who would dismiss St Albans Dinamo as a bunch of wogs living in the past with no relevance to the future of Australian soccer. I wanted to round up everyone who had ever dismissed 'ethnic' clubs and drag them through an impromptu guided tour of this place of history, culture and dignity combined in a most perfect way. Indeed I was falling in football love.
On marshall duty for the day, I wondered whether my new-found respect might be tested by the locals (Our parents were not going to be a problem I tell you. I had to ask them to make some noise at one point.) On the contrary, it was a day of mutual respect and a hard fought game between two teams knowing that this game would be one of their few chances of a win this season. Even the linesmen were brilliant. Theirs was excellent (at least 4 offsides called against his team); ours was OK, missing a couple of offsides (yes, when I saw his AFL umpires jacket I was a bit worried).
The conversation I had at the end with the other marshall was the clincher. A lovely bloke who expressed concern for our kids and gave compliments as he saw fit. He was pleased with the win but commiserated with us. The Dinamo kids were overjoyed. They sang the first verse of the victory song "Oh when the saints etc" but trailed off when the second started (it was the first time they'd sung it this year).
I'd had a great afternoon in what has been a nursery of Australian soccer. It will be a great mistake and a great tragedy for our game if it ever loses that aspect. If I had any influence at all I would get those who want to 'fix' the game down to a day at Dinamo to see just how valuable, progressive and, yes, ethnically diverse this club is.
As I was leaving I sung a song to myself borrowing from Johhny Cash: "St Albans I love every inch of you," without his irony.
Since the day I have wondered about how much AFL star Ivan Maric's presidency has had an impact on the club. Maybe a lot; maybe not much.
Maybe it'll soften my heart to AFL . . . Though perhaps that's a love too far.
Monday, 11 May 2015
Assorted reactions to FFA's Whole of Football Plan
Paul Mavroudis
the unofficial voice conscience of South Melbourne FC
First published on Paul's South of the Border Blog
Now I'm not going to go into too much detail about a document whose contents were already decided before they'd even conducted their infamous box ticking consultation from 2014 (for some reason the most popular article ever on this blog). So they want to be the number one sport and cement their autocratic rule by abolishing the states. They told us that months ago - and if we're fair dinkum, there is nothing in this document that should surprise any of us. So here are a bunch of mostly hysterical reactions to this announcement.
Misplaced anger
Some people have been upset by the For Modern Football site's satirical take on South Melbourne's press release. If anyone should be upset though it should be me, because I was doing this kind of stuff years ago.
Cynical
The stated aim of making soccer more affordable to play, especially junior registrations, is a motherhood statement that should be eclipsed by certain realities of the situation, including the backgrounds and statements of those putting forward that rhetoric.
When during the NPL consultation process former FFV CEO Mark Rendell compared the then potential cost of the NPL junior fees to a sport like swimming (as well as classifying South's then $3,500 program as a 'Rolls Royce' program); when Tom Kalas tried to justify the cost of that South program by comparing it to dance, music or karate; and when Kyle Patterson compared the costs of junior soccer to his kid's violin lessons - what does this mean in the context of making soccer more affordable for kids?
At best it's another motherhood statement in a document full of them; at worst, it's insincere about soccer's attempts to go middle class. It's language which speaks to an aspirational segment of Australian society which is not concerned primarily with cost, but with value. In the same way that increasing numbers of middle class people scrimp, save or make sacrifices to send their children to expensive private schools - and to hell with those left behind the in the public system - it's the perceived value that's more important than the price of that sacrifice.
[A side note - whether there is also a cultural and class consciousness element to this is also worth considering. Several years ago on a certain forum, a bloke posted his observation that some middle class English people were moving towards the upper class game of rugby union, in part because of the persistent and/or residual association of soccer with the working class. I don't know if that observation was accurate, and the English class system is obviously quite different to Australia's, but there is I think something intriguing about that assertion, and something that could very well be applicable to those who see soccer as providing a more cosmopolitan sporting option than the insular and boorish (bogan?) Aussie Rules and rugby league cultures.]
In other words, soccer is now a middle class game. The participant is only useful so long as they can be leveraged for more and more money. It's not about fun any more, or belonging to a club, or even being able to take up one sport during the winter and another during the summer. Each soccer loving individual in this country has had a monetary value placed upon their head, whether they are a player, parent, volunteer, fan, media person or even - and while undoubtedly a sign of the times, also a bit frightening - someone mostly interested in soccer video games. And like the cult-ish Evangelical mega-churches the 'we are football' branding and rhetoric reeks of these days, it's bring your credit card with you when you come to worship.
Of course if your bank balance is smaller, or if your involvement in the game generates minimal value for the upper tiers - or heaven forbid, doesn't agree with every part of this Great Leap Forward - you can go and get stuffed. This is disturbing to me because in my line of work I'm required (and want) to see the best in people and their potential. FFA does the opposite. The concept of people getting into and enjoying soccer as an end in itself has been thrown under the bus.
As increasingly seems to be the case these days, I'm reminded of a comment Melbourne Heart CEO Scott Munn made at an academic conference a few years back, about the relative pointlessness of school visits by his organisation.
Gallows humour
The one with a forced literary allusion
In Toni Morrison's novel Beloved, the slaves learn that 'definitions belong to the definers, not the defined'. The FFA has spent the past ten years applying that lesson. Soccer is, among other things, wogs, violence, incompetence and marginality. Football is other things: good things, Australian things, mainstream things. Most importantly, FFA has learned from the disparagement that soccer received from other codes over the decades, and vowed that it would never succumb to the same fate - not only this, but they have striven to take it to the next level, by appropriating the language of the oppressor and using it as a successful example of wedge politics.
Terms like new dawn and bitter, mainstream and ethnic, new football and old soccer - they all create division, and almost everyone has bought into them, this writer included. From our side of the fence, there have been those like the long gone Pumpkin Seed Eaters who have attempted creating other names, such as foundation clubs; journalists, when they weren't completely on the bandwagon, traditional clubs; FFV and FFA when they tried to find the most patronising PC term possible, community clubs. The net effect of all these definitions though was to point towards two directions - the past and the future.
Regardless of whether one got sucked into using the terms created by those with the power, or those without it - even my facetious and petty 'I am soccer' catchphrase in response to 'we are football' - the debate has been had on the powerful's terms. It's too late now to to start using different language in the hope that it will somehow turn everything around, but it's not too late to define ourselves outside of the parameters that have set. How we would do that, and what would be appropriate terms to use is an etymological process I'd be interested in seeing developed.
Official
The club released its own response, and it's another in a recent line of measured posts.
Abandoned
This photo is the one the club chose to use to illustrate its press release. I made a comment on the club's Facebook page that it was slightly mischievous. It's a pointed reminder of what we once were, and where we are now. More importantly, it's a reminder that those who could, at the very least, speak up for us - not in an outrageous way, but in a way that they believe that we are still relevant - have chosen not to do so.
That the photo contains two of our most beloved members adds to the sting. And where's former president George Donikian? Spruiking the A-League semi-final with George Calombaris. Where is the Greek community? At the A-League or the footy, or making fun of us on our Facebook page, telling us we're doomed, that we should give up because they have, and that there's a newer, shinier toy to play with. To be marginalised by the authorities is one thing, but to be marginalised by your own, that's the biggest insult. Making fun of us because we don't get the crowds we used to, as if the people pointing that out aren't part of that problem. And where will Enosi 59 be this week?
Boy, I really didn't see that one coming/Defeatist
Now the part of the announcement that most South fans (plus assorted remnants of old soccer and their associated new dawn sympathisers) picked up on was the FFA finally putting to rest promotion and relegation to the A-League. I am of course on the record as stating that I don't believe promotion is suitable for Australian soccer, and I still hold to that position. But no matter how harebrained I think that idea is, there is something I admire in it, and which seems to have been lost in the wash - and that is that at some level a belief in promotion and relegation is actually an endorsement in FFA, the last ten years and in the future of Australian soccer. It puts forward the belief that there is a viable future soccer in Australia, not just for the 'mainstream' but also the 'traditional'. It's a belief that's not about the old antagonisms, but about sharing a space.
If that's an example of the circumstances of the past ten years creating a sort of forced humility, then so be it. The problem with FFA's approach of incrementally increasing the number of teams in the top flight is that there is still no detail about what plan they'll use. Their own history on the matter is full of contradictions: last October Frank Lowy says that promotion and relegation will happen soon; now they rule it out; David Gallop says they'll fish where the fish are from now on, but now adds that any region with a population of 500,000 will be looked at, despite the problems of Central Coast and North Queensland; they briefly mention in the Whole f Football document that applications for an A-League licence from an NPL team would be possible, but offer no details, no pathway, no method.
Absurd (sans Simpsons reference)
So how do we get back to the top? If the A-League teams monopolise the majority of youth development, if no matter how well you do on and off the park you're effectively locked out, where's the incentive to excel by the processes of reform and self-improvement and by trying to follow the rules such as they exist in the NPL? To merely achieve the honour of being the longest lasting of the ethnic club museum pieces? When I asked on Twitter, rhetorically of course, for someone, anyone, to at least show us the hoops that we need to jump through to make the grade, Mark Bosnich offered to explain it to myself along with the others involved in the relevant discussion, in person next time he comes to Melbourne.While I appreciate the gesture, and would happily take part in such a meeting, I'm curious as to what Bosnich thinks it will achieve. Does he have some special insight or inside knowledge that's not available to the rest of the soccer public?
Absurd (with Simpsons reference)
Personal
This isn't just a story about old soccer fans, or South fans in particular. This is a story that has deep resonance to me as an individual. Now I've never run a club, but I have the utmost respect for those people that do put their hand up to do it these days - even when I disagree with them, and even when they fail. No one is closer to the coal face than they are in terms of seeing the problems and institutional injustices every day, and no one understands them better.
But having written this blog for seven and a half years, and having been involved in the online arguments for long before that, I feel I have a unique relationship to this problem. Getting reconnected with South Melbourne in 2006, and having my writing on the forums praised and encouraged (especially by Ian Syson) has lead to a number of peculiar outcomes.
Firstly, for better and for worse I have become the chief voice of South Melbourne fans outside of what the club controls and what some fans on certain forums put out. My self-declared desire to be the reasonable one, to play a straight bat so to speak, has won me some admirers; but the overall effect has been that the necessity and rigour of trying to fine tune the arguments combined with the increasing and ongoing marginalisation of South means that I have found myself backed into an ideological corner.
I'm not alone in that corner, but that's not really the point. There have been plenty of times when I've been jubilant or outraged, cautiously optimistic or maudlin, inspired or defeatist - these are the general swings and roundabouts of being involved with the game at any level. The point here is that because of South Melbourne I have ended up with the career of sorts that I have now, and the option to be broader and more engaged with Australian soccer such as it exists these days.
Every few months I end up having a discussion with Ian Syson where he worries about my own increasing marginalisation in the soccer writing world, a world where he thinks I can contribute intelligent and cogent arguments to a wider reading audience than I do now. And yet every time we have this conversation, I find some myself being more adamant that I can't make myself be the kind of writer that Syson (and others) would want me to be; and instead of embracing those possibilities of taking an interest in and writing for a broader audience, with each passing year I find my focus getting narrower, and my outlook become one that can allow fewer compromises and extensions of faith and trust.
While a measure of this attitude is inevitably down to my being an introvert, a large part of it is because by associating myself so strongly with South Melbourne, I have been made smaller and more insular by the circumstances of our decline, and my reaction towards those whom I hold responsible. Thus as South has been marginalised culturally, so have I, and I can imagine that at times this is a feeling that many South fans have felt over the last ten years or so.
And while I'm a doom and gloom merchant by trade, the fact is that I don't like partaking in defeatism for the sake of defeatism. A former friend, from back in the days when I was involved with left-wing student politics at Melbourne University, who had me pegged as a hopeless pessimist, later told me that she'd been mistaken; that rather than being an outright pessimist, I was a foolhardy optimist, who when my expectations weren't met, descended into cynicism and irony as a coping mechanism. Amateur psychology it may have been, but the fact that she took the time to think about it resonated with me as much as the content of the message itself.
I resolved then to lower my expectations, to be more cautious. But no matter how much you try to do that, we as human beings inevitably see and come to understand these things through our own prism. In that way, South fans see this plan as hostile to our interests. Outside of us, an acquiescent and largely apathetic soccer public just goes along with it. All the pride, the incapacitating anger, the depression that we experience is at best for those outside of our sphere seen as a regrettable and ultimately forgettable novelty.
Having by and large conformed to the new regime, outsiders do not understand the pressure that exists to conform to or engage with this regime - and that by not doing so it means that you become smaller, narrower, and seen as selfish almost by default, when all you as a dedicated South fan see is your loyalty to the cause. I know this, because having been briefly on the other side of this schism, I've learned the arguments from both sides.
We have collectively been made smaller by the experience. There are people who have lost their passion for the game entirely, while others have given up the ghost on the national team. On the latter point, despite my diminished passion for the Socceroos, I never thought that I'd get to the point where I felt my relationship to the national team would have felt like it had been poisoned by South's predicament, but that's where I am now. It takes a certain level of intestinal fortitude to resist, which at times becomes too much to bear - when seen from the outside, it seems as if all sense of perspective is lost
There were many times when I was writing this post where I had to stop because I was so angry and despondent. That we care that much should be seen as a strength, not a weakness; but how do we convince not only others but ourselves, too, of that fact?
Pragmatic fatalism
So what do we do now? The same thing we always do. Support the club, try our best to make it bigger and better despite all the obstacles that we face. In that way we not only honour the work being put in now, but the history of the club as a whole.
Now I'm not going to go into too much detail about a document whose contents were already decided before they'd even conducted their infamous box ticking consultation from 2014 (for some reason the most popular article ever on this blog). So they want to be the number one sport and cement their autocratic rule by abolishing the states. They told us that months ago - and if we're fair dinkum, there is nothing in this document that should surprise any of us. So here are a bunch of mostly hysterical reactions to this announcement.
Misplaced anger
Some people have been upset by the For Modern Football site's satirical take on South Melbourne's press release. If anyone should be upset though it should be me, because I was doing this kind of stuff years ago.
Cynical
The stated aim of making soccer more affordable to play, especially junior registrations, is a motherhood statement that should be eclipsed by certain realities of the situation, including the backgrounds and statements of those putting forward that rhetoric.
When during the NPL consultation process former FFV CEO Mark Rendell compared the then potential cost of the NPL junior fees to a sport like swimming (as well as classifying South's then $3,500 program as a 'Rolls Royce' program); when Tom Kalas tried to justify the cost of that South program by comparing it to dance, music or karate; and when Kyle Patterson compared the costs of junior soccer to his kid's violin lessons - what does this mean in the context of making soccer more affordable for kids?
At best it's another motherhood statement in a document full of them; at worst, it's insincere about soccer's attempts to go middle class. It's language which speaks to an aspirational segment of Australian society which is not concerned primarily with cost, but with value. In the same way that increasing numbers of middle class people scrimp, save or make sacrifices to send their children to expensive private schools - and to hell with those left behind the in the public system - it's the perceived value that's more important than the price of that sacrifice.
[A side note - whether there is also a cultural and class consciousness element to this is also worth considering. Several years ago on a certain forum, a bloke posted his observation that some middle class English people were moving towards the upper class game of rugby union, in part because of the persistent and/or residual association of soccer with the working class. I don't know if that observation was accurate, and the English class system is obviously quite different to Australia's, but there is I think something intriguing about that assertion, and something that could very well be applicable to those who see soccer as providing a more cosmopolitan sporting option than the insular and boorish (bogan?) Aussie Rules and rugby league cultures.]
In other words, soccer is now a middle class game. The participant is only useful so long as they can be leveraged for more and more money. It's not about fun any more, or belonging to a club, or even being able to take up one sport during the winter and another during the summer. Each soccer loving individual in this country has had a monetary value placed upon their head, whether they are a player, parent, volunteer, fan, media person or even - and while undoubtedly a sign of the times, also a bit frightening - someone mostly interested in soccer video games. And like the cult-ish Evangelical mega-churches the 'we are football' branding and rhetoric reeks of these days, it's bring your credit card with you when you come to worship.
Of course if your bank balance is smaller, or if your involvement in the game generates minimal value for the upper tiers - or heaven forbid, doesn't agree with every part of this Great Leap Forward - you can go and get stuffed. This is disturbing to me because in my line of work I'm required (and want) to see the best in people and their potential. FFA does the opposite. The concept of people getting into and enjoying soccer as an end in itself has been thrown under the bus.
As increasingly seems to be the case these days, I'm reminded of a comment Melbourne Heart CEO Scott Munn made at an academic conference a few years back, about the relative pointlessness of school visits by his organisation.
As an aside, one of the more curious things that was said by Munn, was that one off attempts at trying to convert people to your cause like school clinics were almost doomed to fail (he used some clever analogy about pissing on your own leg - I can't remember how it went, but it was quite funny).This was a point expanded upon at last year's Whole of Football Plan meeting in Melbourne, when the failure to leverage soccer's existing base for the A-League was something which FFA wanted corrected (fair enough), but was a point nevertheless which showed how different the priorities of those at the top and those at the bottom were.
The FFA... seemed to think that things like school visits and absurdly inflated participation numbers - which included intangibles like kids playing street soccer - were all about converting kids into being A-League fans. The difference with those of the community club sector was the community club representatives were showing annoyance at the lack of school visits not because of the missed opportunity of getting kids to follow the A-League, but to get them involved with the game of soccer as opposed to other sports.Some people think soccer is first and foremost a great game to be involved in. Others think the most important thing is not how much you enjoy the experience, but how much they can fleece you for. I guess this is why I'm not in marketing.
Gallows humour
| SMFCBLUES07 wrote: |
| I'll do the honours here Press release: smfc wish to announce since there is no future in football we have abandoned ship and will refocus our efforts in strip clubs not social room |
The one with a forced literary allusion
In Toni Morrison's novel Beloved, the slaves learn that 'definitions belong to the definers, not the defined'. The FFA has spent the past ten years applying that lesson. Soccer is, among other things, wogs, violence, incompetence and marginality. Football is other things: good things, Australian things, mainstream things. Most importantly, FFA has learned from the disparagement that soccer received from other codes over the decades, and vowed that it would never succumb to the same fate - not only this, but they have striven to take it to the next level, by appropriating the language of the oppressor and using it as a successful example of wedge politics.
Terms like new dawn and bitter, mainstream and ethnic, new football and old soccer - they all create division, and almost everyone has bought into them, this writer included. From our side of the fence, there have been those like the long gone Pumpkin Seed Eaters who have attempted creating other names, such as foundation clubs; journalists, when they weren't completely on the bandwagon, traditional clubs; FFV and FFA when they tried to find the most patronising PC term possible, community clubs. The net effect of all these definitions though was to point towards two directions - the past and the future.
Regardless of whether one got sucked into using the terms created by those with the power, or those without it - even my facetious and petty 'I am soccer' catchphrase in response to 'we are football' - the debate has been had on the powerful's terms. It's too late now to to start using different language in the hope that it will somehow turn everything around, but it's not too late to define ourselves outside of the parameters that have set. How we would do that, and what would be appropriate terms to use is an etymological process I'd be interested in seeing developed.
Official
The club released its own response, and it's another in a recent line of measured posts.
MEDIA RELEASE – THE POSSIBLE END OF ASPIRATIONAL FOOTBALL
May 6, 2015
South Melbourne FC welcomes Football Federation Australia opening up the dialogue about Australia’s football future with the ‘Whole of Football Plan’ released on 5 May 2015.
However, the current FFA Plan spells the possible end for aspirational football in this country.
The proposed Plan currently provides no obvious club pathway that allows any club that aspires to develop and improve their process, systems and connection with their communities – or more importantly succeeds on the field – to be promoted as occurs throughout the football world.
We are also disappointed that the FFA does not detail plans for further development of a second tier of Australian football, to facilitate the intended expansion of the Hyundai A-League and ultimately the implementation of a viable promotion and relegation system.
Promotion and relegation would assist the improvement of the quality of our top division and provide a breeding ground for players, coaches, officials and aspiring clubs.
More generally, a key component of all successful ‘plans’ is ‘implementation detail.’ We are keen to review that detail when it gets released.
The FFA has certainly made great in-roads for our code’s development (for example football broadcasting and the launching of the Westfield FFA Cup), however we are mindful that strategic errors have also been made in the past.
As a key stakeholder of football in Australia, we will be contacting the FFA to understand and obtain greater detail about their planning processes and to ensure the long term viability and growth of our club.
Leo Athanasakis, SMFC PresidentWhatever I may think of the club's approach over these past few years, I'm not going to go out and fault it. They tried to play nice, they tried to be conciliatory, they tried to be collegiate. Melbourne Knights tried to be difficult, tried to dig their heels in, tried to make a scene. No issue with that either. The fact is if they don't want you, they don't want you, and no amount of niceness or hostility is going to change things. Still, it'd be nice if some people, outside of those who are with us now, could have made a bit more of a fuss, if only for show.
Tom Kalas, SMFC Director
Abandoned
This photo is the one the club chose to use to illustrate its press release. I made a comment on the club's Facebook page that it was slightly mischievous. It's a pointed reminder of what we once were, and where we are now. More importantly, it's a reminder that those who could, at the very least, speak up for us - not in an outrageous way, but in a way that they believe that we are still relevant - have chosen not to do so.
That the photo contains two of our most beloved members adds to the sting. And where's former president George Donikian? Spruiking the A-League semi-final with George Calombaris. Where is the Greek community? At the A-League or the footy, or making fun of us on our Facebook page, telling us we're doomed, that we should give up because they have, and that there's a newer, shinier toy to play with. To be marginalised by the authorities is one thing, but to be marginalised by your own, that's the biggest insult. Making fun of us because we don't get the crowds we used to, as if the people pointing that out aren't part of that problem. And where will Enosi 59 be this week?
Boy, I really didn't see that one coming/Defeatist
Now the part of the announcement that most South fans (plus assorted remnants of old soccer and their associated new dawn sympathisers) picked up on was the FFA finally putting to rest promotion and relegation to the A-League. I am of course on the record as stating that I don't believe promotion is suitable for Australian soccer, and I still hold to that position. But no matter how harebrained I think that idea is, there is something I admire in it, and which seems to have been lost in the wash - and that is that at some level a belief in promotion and relegation is actually an endorsement in FFA, the last ten years and in the future of Australian soccer. It puts forward the belief that there is a viable future soccer in Australia, not just for the 'mainstream' but also the 'traditional'. It's a belief that's not about the old antagonisms, but about sharing a space.
If that's an example of the circumstances of the past ten years creating a sort of forced humility, then so be it. The problem with FFA's approach of incrementally increasing the number of teams in the top flight is that there is still no detail about what plan they'll use. Their own history on the matter is full of contradictions: last October Frank Lowy says that promotion and relegation will happen soon; now they rule it out; David Gallop says they'll fish where the fish are from now on, but now adds that any region with a population of 500,000 will be looked at, despite the problems of Central Coast and North Queensland; they briefly mention in the Whole f Football document that applications for an A-League licence from an NPL team would be possible, but offer no details, no pathway, no method.
Absurd (sans Simpsons reference)
So how do we get back to the top? If the A-League teams monopolise the majority of youth development, if no matter how well you do on and off the park you're effectively locked out, where's the incentive to excel by the processes of reform and self-improvement and by trying to follow the rules such as they exist in the NPL? To merely achieve the honour of being the longest lasting of the ethnic club museum pieces? When I asked on Twitter, rhetorically of course, for someone, anyone, to at least show us the hoops that we need to jump through to make the grade, Mark Bosnich offered to explain it to myself along with the others involved in the relevant discussion, in person next time he comes to Melbourne.While I appreciate the gesture, and would happily take part in such a meeting, I'm curious as to what Bosnich thinks it will achieve. Does he have some special insight or inside knowledge that's not available to the rest of the soccer public?
Absurd (with Simpsons reference)
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| What I imagine Mark Bosnich will feel like if he ever follows through with his promise to meet with the bitters. |
Personal
This isn't just a story about old soccer fans, or South fans in particular. This is a story that has deep resonance to me as an individual. Now I've never run a club, but I have the utmost respect for those people that do put their hand up to do it these days - even when I disagree with them, and even when they fail. No one is closer to the coal face than they are in terms of seeing the problems and institutional injustices every day, and no one understands them better.
But having written this blog for seven and a half years, and having been involved in the online arguments for long before that, I feel I have a unique relationship to this problem. Getting reconnected with South Melbourne in 2006, and having my writing on the forums praised and encouraged (especially by Ian Syson) has lead to a number of peculiar outcomes.
Firstly, for better and for worse I have become the chief voice of South Melbourne fans outside of what the club controls and what some fans on certain forums put out. My self-declared desire to be the reasonable one, to play a straight bat so to speak, has won me some admirers; but the overall effect has been that the necessity and rigour of trying to fine tune the arguments combined with the increasing and ongoing marginalisation of South means that I have found myself backed into an ideological corner.
I'm not alone in that corner, but that's not really the point. There have been plenty of times when I've been jubilant or outraged, cautiously optimistic or maudlin, inspired or defeatist - these are the general swings and roundabouts of being involved with the game at any level. The point here is that because of South Melbourne I have ended up with the career of sorts that I have now, and the option to be broader and more engaged with Australian soccer such as it exists these days.
Every few months I end up having a discussion with Ian Syson where he worries about my own increasing marginalisation in the soccer writing world, a world where he thinks I can contribute intelligent and cogent arguments to a wider reading audience than I do now. And yet every time we have this conversation, I find some myself being more adamant that I can't make myself be the kind of writer that Syson (and others) would want me to be; and instead of embracing those possibilities of taking an interest in and writing for a broader audience, with each passing year I find my focus getting narrower, and my outlook become one that can allow fewer compromises and extensions of faith and trust.
While a measure of this attitude is inevitably down to my being an introvert, a large part of it is because by associating myself so strongly with South Melbourne, I have been made smaller and more insular by the circumstances of our decline, and my reaction towards those whom I hold responsible. Thus as South has been marginalised culturally, so have I, and I can imagine that at times this is a feeling that many South fans have felt over the last ten years or so.
And while I'm a doom and gloom merchant by trade, the fact is that I don't like partaking in defeatism for the sake of defeatism. A former friend, from back in the days when I was involved with left-wing student politics at Melbourne University, who had me pegged as a hopeless pessimist, later told me that she'd been mistaken; that rather than being an outright pessimist, I was a foolhardy optimist, who when my expectations weren't met, descended into cynicism and irony as a coping mechanism. Amateur psychology it may have been, but the fact that she took the time to think about it resonated with me as much as the content of the message itself.
I resolved then to lower my expectations, to be more cautious. But no matter how much you try to do that, we as human beings inevitably see and come to understand these things through our own prism. In that way, South fans see this plan as hostile to our interests. Outside of us, an acquiescent and largely apathetic soccer public just goes along with it. All the pride, the incapacitating anger, the depression that we experience is at best for those outside of our sphere seen as a regrettable and ultimately forgettable novelty.
Having by and large conformed to the new regime, outsiders do not understand the pressure that exists to conform to or engage with this regime - and that by not doing so it means that you become smaller, narrower, and seen as selfish almost by default, when all you as a dedicated South fan see is your loyalty to the cause. I know this, because having been briefly on the other side of this schism, I've learned the arguments from both sides.
We have collectively been made smaller by the experience. There are people who have lost their passion for the game entirely, while others have given up the ghost on the national team. On the latter point, despite my diminished passion for the Socceroos, I never thought that I'd get to the point where I felt my relationship to the national team would have felt like it had been poisoned by South's predicament, but that's where I am now. It takes a certain level of intestinal fortitude to resist, which at times becomes too much to bear - when seen from the outside, it seems as if all sense of perspective is lost
There were many times when I was writing this post where I had to stop because I was so angry and despondent. That we care that much should be seen as a strength, not a weakness; but how do we convince not only others but ourselves, too, of that fact?
Pragmatic fatalism
So what do we do now? The same thing we always do. Support the club, try our best to make it bigger and better despite all the obstacles that we face. In that way we not only honour the work being put in now, but the history of the club as a whole.
Tuesday, 5 May 2015
Soccer on Albert Park 1953
This article from the Sporting Globe in 1953 is an important one. Written by J.O. (Owen) Wilshaw it points to a number of problems bedevilling soccer in Melbourne. It also reveals some interesting history and politics within the game.
Perhaps most important is that it embeds the game in Albert Park, pointing to the then 70-year history of the game there. It also shows the extent to which the game's historical presence is effaced in attempts to reject its requirements.
The article also documents an earlier moment in which ethnic British clubs are effectively wiped out by a council decision which does not seem to have been opposed by the association. Whether the association is guilty of a sin of omission or commission is an interesting question. The point is that from this moment issues a more general, district and sub-district system which includes clubs like Brighton, Moreland, Box Hill and Footscray. There are a lot of parallels between this moment and present-day attempts to squeeze out ethnic clubs in favour of regional and district clubs.
Also covered is the extent to which overcrowding at unenclosed grounds and not ethnicity seems to be the cause of trouble at games in the early 1950s. This is a point that backs up Roy Hay and John Kallinikios's writings on the matter. The fact that 'established' codes and games were also paying peppercorn rentals while soccer was having to fork out big money for their grounds might well be the historical basis of today's ludicrous fees for junior soccer. We need a lot more evidence yet but it is a thought.
Perhaps most important is that it embeds the game in Albert Park, pointing to the then 70-year history of the game there. It also shows the extent to which the game's historical presence is effaced in attempts to reject its requirements.
The article also documents an earlier moment in which ethnic British clubs are effectively wiped out by a council decision which does not seem to have been opposed by the association. Whether the association is guilty of a sin of omission or commission is an interesting question. The point is that from this moment issues a more general, district and sub-district system which includes clubs like Brighton, Moreland, Box Hill and Footscray. There are a lot of parallels between this moment and present-day attempts to squeeze out ethnic clubs in favour of regional and district clubs.
Also covered is the extent to which overcrowding at unenclosed grounds and not ethnicity seems to be the cause of trouble at games in the early 1950s. This is a point that backs up Roy Hay and John Kallinikios's writings on the matter. The fact that 'established' codes and games were also paying peppercorn rentals while soccer was having to fork out big money for their grounds might well be the historical basis of today's ludicrous fees for junior soccer. We need a lot more evidence yet but it is a thought.
Soccer on Albert Park
Those who oppose the move for a small section of Albert Park being fenced in and made available for cycling and soccer, may not know that the area has been the home of soccer for more than 70 years. Probably the Trust has received more revenue from this than any other code of football.
In the early 1920s the area on the South side of the Middle Park bowling green was occupied by many soccer clubs whose boundaries almost touched each other. Later the Trust decided to fill in most of that area and it became more or less a rubbish tip. Instead of protesting the clubs accepted the position and strong organisations such as St. Kilda, Northumberland and Durham, Melbourne Thistle, Royal Caledonians and Albert Park were forced Out of existence. Other clubs found grounds in the suburbs which led to the code be-coming wider spread and much more popular than it had been before.
DEAD END
Efforts have been made over the years to obtain some enclosed suburban grounds on a share basis with another code. Generally, Councils turned a deaf ear to overtures. Yet they have received only "peppercorn" rent for grounds and might have received sufficient revenue to cover expenses instead of being a drag on ratepayers. Most trouble over the last year or so is that up to 10,000 spectators have attended unfenced grounds with nothing between them and the playing arena. Naturally, those not in a position to see what is taking place put on pressure which leads to those in front being forced on to the playing area and causing interference to players.
Such incidents often lead to a "free-for-all" which brings the game into disrepute. Properly enclosed grounds would eradicate this. The Soccer Association is prepared to put in up to £1000 towards the fencing and pay substantial rent for use of the ground as well. Another aspect is that the public would not be excluded from the area any more than they are when a game is in progress in the vicinity on Saturdays — about four hours at most.
Tuesday, 28 April 2015
Anzac forgetting and remembering
For Scott
McIntyre
Anzac Day continues to move us,
& grow, despite attempts to make it
a media event (left to them we’d attend
‘The Foxtel Dawn Service’). But The March is
proof we got at least one thing right, informal,
straggling & more cheerful than not, it’s
like a huge works or 8 Hour Day picnic-
if we still had works, or unions, that is.
John Forbes
They said:
Today, this day,
is not the day to remember some things.
Today, this day,
is the day to remember other things,
They said.
Today we will remember
some things but not others.
Today we will not remember innocent children,
on the way to school, murdered,
their shadows seared into the concrete of Hiroshima.
Today we will not remember that two of the largest single-day terrorist attacks in history were
committed by our allies in Hiroshima
& Nagasaki.
Today we will not remember the summary execution, . . . rape
and theft committed by some ‘brave’
Anzacs in Egypt, Palestine and Japan.
Poorly-read, largely white, nationalist drinkers and gamblers
are not allowed to pause today to remember the horror that
all mankind suffered.
Poorly-read, largely
white, nationalist drinkers and gamblers seem unable to pause today to remember
the horror that all mankind suffered.
We will not remember
that Anzac Day has become the
cultification of an imperialist invasion of a foreign nation with which
Australia had no quarrel.
We will not remember
that this is against all ideals of modern
society,
largely because it
has never even crossed our minds.
Today we will remember and idealise the Australian soldier,
devoid of malice,
devoid of sin, devoid of life
and wait for another
day in a few days, weeks or months’ time
to let the
truth-telling begin.
If we remember.
Monday, 27 April 2015
The Week that Was
Last week was my busiest for a while: marking, lecturing and watching a veritable churn of my work going out into the public via various sources.
My work on Soccer Anzacs in Victoria had reached a critical mass. Athas Zafiris (of Shoot Farken fame) and I had worked our arses off putting together the bones of a database of Victorian soccer players in 1914-1915. We had reached a point where we could start to make some decent substantive observations: 800-100 players, 70-80% enlistment rate, 15-25% casualty rate of those who enlisted, for example.
We also had identified a number of interesting and moving stories about teams, mates and players that were worthy of sharing.
FFV had agreed to publish material I supplied them. They started with an overview piece 'Behind the Lines' to which they attached the series of cameos. They generously allowed me to seek further publication for the material, So I was delighted when Joe Gorman at Leopold Method agreed to spread the word in a series called 'We Shall Remember Them'.
The stories also reached The St Kilda News and the Mirboo North local paper (waiting for confirmation of the latter).
I was truly astounded though by the effect of my piece on the Irymple 9 published in the Sunraysia Daily. The article was read by vice-captain of the present day Irymple Knights, Chris Romeo, who decided to act and create a brief commemoration ceremony for the 9 before his team's pre-season cup final against Three Colours. I will try to get a report from Chris when I can.
My final publication of the week came in the publication of this article Soccer also made its sacrifice in the Sunday Age, a kind of summary and example of the material I published during the week. It was also published concurrently on the SMH website.
I need to thank a number of people and bodies. FFV helped with funding and Athas Zafiris played a vital role of being both a smart and energetic addition to the project. Mark Boric and Roy Hay gave vital database and other kinds of support. Damian Smith still provides me with an inspiration for this work.
My work on Soccer Anzacs in Victoria had reached a critical mass. Athas Zafiris (of Shoot Farken fame) and I had worked our arses off putting together the bones of a database of Victorian soccer players in 1914-1915. We had reached a point where we could start to make some decent substantive observations: 800-100 players, 70-80% enlistment rate, 15-25% casualty rate of those who enlisted, for example.
We also had identified a number of interesting and moving stories about teams, mates and players that were worthy of sharing.
FFV had agreed to publish material I supplied them. They started with an overview piece 'Behind the Lines' to which they attached the series of cameos. They generously allowed me to seek further publication for the material, So I was delighted when Joe Gorman at Leopold Method agreed to spread the word in a series called 'We Shall Remember Them'.
The stories also reached The St Kilda News and the Mirboo North local paper (waiting for confirmation of the latter).
I was truly astounded though by the effect of my piece on the Irymple 9 published in the Sunraysia Daily. The article was read by vice-captain of the present day Irymple Knights, Chris Romeo, who decided to act and create a brief commemoration ceremony for the 9 before his team's pre-season cup final against Three Colours. I will try to get a report from Chris when I can.
My final publication of the week came in the publication of this article Soccer also made its sacrifice in the Sunday Age, a kind of summary and example of the material I published during the week. It was also published concurrently on the SMH website.
I need to thank a number of people and bodies. FFV helped with funding and Athas Zafiris played a vital role of being both a smart and energetic addition to the project. Mark Boric and Roy Hay gave vital database and other kinds of support. Damian Smith still provides me with an inspiration for this work.
Wednesday, 1 April 2015
Anzac Day, by John Forbes
I think this is now my yearly Anzac Day ritual.
"Anzac Day" is one of John's final poems, written in the year before his death in 1998. He didn't care much for soccer, being a rugby league follower. Cronulla was his team, appropriately enough given John's history of drug use. He and I used to imagine we were the only ones interested in rugby league in Melbourne literary cicles and so we'd meet to watch grand finals at his place or mine. This poem nails Anzac Day.
I wonder what he'd make of things 18 years on.
Anzac Day
"Anzac Day" is one of John's final poems, written in the year before his death in 1998. He didn't care much for soccer, being a rugby league follower. Cronulla was his team, appropriately enough given John's history of drug use. He and I used to imagine we were the only ones interested in rugby league in Melbourne literary cicles and so we'd meet to watch grand finals at his place or mine. This poem nails Anzac Day.
I wonder what he'd make of things 18 years on.
Anzac Day
A certain cast to their features marked
the English going into battle, & then, that
glint in the Frenchman’s eye meant ‘Folks,
clear the room!’ The Turks knew death
would take them to a paradise of sex
Islam reserves for its warrior dead
& the Scots had their music. The Germans
worshipped the State & Death, so for them
the Maximschlacht was almost a sacrament.
Recruiting posters made the Irish soldier
look like a saint on a holy card, soppy & pious,
the way the Yanks go on about their dead.
Not so the Australians, unamused, unimpressed
they went over the top like men clocking on,
in this first full-scale industrial war.
Which is why Anzac Day continues to move us,
& grow, despite attempts to make it
a media event (left to them we’d attend
‘The Foxtel Dawn Service’). But The March is
proof we got at least one thing right, informal,
straggling & more cheerful than not, it’s
like a huge works or 8 Hour Day picnic-
if we still had works, or unions, that is.
Monday, 30 March 2015
JW Harrison, Melbourne's First Named Soccer Writer
JW Harrison: Mark Boric and I have been wondering what happened to him and why his reports dried up in the Winner. Sadly, I've found the answer. He died on June 3 1918. As Mark suggests that means he only covered one full season of genuinely competitive Melbourne soccer, in 1914. Moreover his coverage of second tier was not as broad as it might have been. His reporting of the top tier in that year was nonetheless exemplary, writing substantial articles that always conveyed passion and commitment for the great game.
This obituary was contained in the Weekly Times of June 8, 1918.
This obituary was contained in the Weekly Times of June 8, 1918.
Mr J. W. Harrison, a prominent member of the Victorian Typographical Society, and for the last seven years amember of the reading staff of "The Herald" and "The Weekly Times," died on June 3. For some years he was onthe executive of the Typographical Society, and last year he was elected president. He was an authority on theEnglish "soccer" game, and contributed junior football notes to "The Winner" under his own name. Mr Harrison leaves a wife and young family, who live at 850 Brunswick street, Fitzroy.As Paul Mavroudis points out, he was a printer, a unionist and a member of the soccerati -- a man after my own heart.
The ‘Chimera’ of Origins: Association Football in Australia before 1880
In
the July of 1880, a movement in Sydney seemed to crystallise.1
A number of letters to the editor of the Sydney Morning Herald were published, advocating the playing of football under the English Association rules.
A number of letters to the editor of the Sydney Morning Herald were published, advocating the playing of football under the English Association rules.
This long letter from John Walter Fletcher
published on July 17, 1880 summed up the level of interest and took the
important step of suggesting a meeting.
Sir, I was glad to see in your issue of this morning a letter advocating the introduction of the English Association game into New South Wales, and I am a little surprised that some old English player has not made the suggestion before. I have reason to think from conversations I have had on the subject that if the game could properly be started it would become very popular, not only with players, but with the public. Unfortunately, a very general misapprehension appears to exist as to the nature of the game, a great many people I have spoken to evidently confusing it with the Victorian Association game,2 whereas the two games have not a single point in common. As to its chances of popularity, let any one read in Bell's Life the accounts of International or club contests in Glasgow, Sheffield, London, &c. witnessed often by from 10,000 to 12,000 spectators. It is, I think, about twelve years since the game was first started in England, though its principle, that football is a game for feet and for hands, had long existed in the Eton and Harrow games. At the present time the football players of Great Britain, playing under Rugby and Association rules, are about equally divided, and the two games exist side by side without one interfering in the least with the other, save that of late the value of good dribbling has become universally acknowledged in the Rugby game. I feel that we are rather late in writing in advocacy of the English Association game, inasmuch as a large section of the football players of New South Wales, dissatisfied with Rugby rules, appear to have committed themselves to the adoption of Victorian rules. Nevertheless, there must be many old English and Scotch Association players, or old Eton and Harrow men, who would be glad to see their old game played here, and who would make an effort to introduce it; and I am quite sure that the principle of the game, which forbids the use of the hands, except by goalkeeper, and does away with scrummaging, collaring, mauling, &c, will commend itself to a very large section or this community. The game is essentially a scientific one, requiring, above everything else, unselfish and organized combination. I do not wish to attack the old Rugby game, which, properly played, is interesting and exciting to players and spectators; but must enter a protest against the introduction of the Victorian game, which, though certainly interesting and amusing to look at, is, I believe, rougher than the Rugby, and violates the fundamental principle of all games like football – I mean the law of off side. The very thing condemned under the name of ‘sneaking’ in the Eton game is here encouraged and applauded, and in fact may almost be said to be the chief art of the game. In the brief space of a letter it is impossible to say all that one would in behalf of the introduction of the rules of the English Association; but I hope that, since at the present time a radical change is demanded in the present code, football players and the public generally will give the matter a more thorough investigation than it has yet received before committing themselves to the Victorian game. I should be willing to communicate with gentlemen willing to assist in starting a club under the rules of the English Association, and perhaps it might be possible to convene a meeting to consider the whole question.
I am, &c.,
J.W. FLETCHER.
Union Club, July 14.3
This
is a remarkable and important letter, one that has claims to be a kind of
founding document along the lines of Tom Wills’ letter to the editor of Bell's
Sporting Life in Victoria in 1858 in which he advocated the formation
of a football club (or, failing that, a rifle club) in Melbourne. This moment
is generally (though not universally) understood to be the wellspring of
Australian Rules football.4
Fletcher believed a large participation and spectator base existed for Association football in New South Wales that was as yet untapped and unsatisfied. The potential contributors to the game came from the English and ‘Scotch’ Associations or Eton and Harrow. He also made it clear that the Victorian Rules (the game which developed into Australian Rules), despite the similarities that some had observed, were for him and his ilk an oppositional code with ‘not a single point’ in common with Association football.5 The letter picked no fight with Rugby, seeing the possibility of the two codes subsisting.
After
what seems to be very little time, a meeting was convened for August 3 by
Fletcher and J.A. Todd. Its purpose was ‘to consider and promote the introduction
of football under English Association rules’. Therefore, all ‘football players
and others who may be interested in the improvement of the winter pastime are
invited to attend’.6
The plan was not to supplant Rugby but to benefit
football generally by (1) introducing Association rules and (2) staving off the
challenge from Victorian Rules. Two weeks later, the first game was played.
The first match in New South Wales played under English Association rules was played on Saturday last, by the newly formed club, against the King's School boys at Parramatta. The visitors had a very fair team, allowing for the fact that hardly one of them had played football for some years. This advantage was, however, balanced by the fact that the boys had not played these rules before. The game was well contested for an hour and a half, and terminated in favour of the visitors by five goals to none; the number of goals must not, however, be taken as a criterion of the play, which was remarkably even, particularly after half time, the boys on several occasions only failing to score on account of their want of familiarity with the art of passing and middling the ball. On the side of the English Association Club all played up well, but the play of D. Roxburgh as back was remarkably good and invaluable to his side, and Scott's goal-keeping deserves praise. On the King's School side the play of Fenwick was very fine, and he would make a grand Association player; all, however, played well. Mr Savage, an old International player, played with and coached Kings School. The names of the club players were – T.A. Todd (captain), W.J. Baker, J.W. Fletcher, C.E. Hewlett, C.F. Fletcher, Wastinage, W. Robertson, W. Simson, Chapman, D. Roxburgh, J. Scott (goal).
The
article concluded by pointing out that a further ‘match has been arranged,
under English Association rules, on Moore Park, for next Saturday, against the
Redfern Club’.7
The
new team did not yet have a name, a situation that was rectified at a
‘committee meeting of the newly-formed English Association Football Club’ on
August 19 at which ‘The Wanderers’ were christened. A number of decisions were
ratified at the meeting, along with the crucial ambition to obtain membership
of the English Football Association. They were:
- 'That the club be called “The Wanderers”’.
- ‘That the uniform be white jersey and cap, with badge southern cross and blue stockings’.
- ‘That an account of the proceedings be sent to England to the secretary of the English Association, for publication’.
- ‘That the club be enrolled (with permission) in the English Association’.8
The
first game under the new name saw the team score another win, this time against
a team from the Rugby club, Redfern FC.
The second match under the English Association Rules took place at Moore Park on Saturday last, and resulted in a win for the newly-named Wanderers by two goals to nil, both of which were secured in the first 10 min, after which the game was very even. Redfern Club, being strangers to the rules, played up well, ably assisted by W.J. Baker. For Redfern, J. Mulcahy and North played well, whilst for the Wanderers J. Fletcher, Harbottle and M'Donald were in grand form.9
About
this well-co-ordinated series of events a conventional and robust narrative has
emerged: a club with a name, colours and rules to play by; a series of games
played and planned; a desire to affiliate with the F.A. in England and
something resembling the founding document/moment so beloved of many football
historians are all in place. Australian soccer had kicked off.
But
the story is wrong. The narrative details may be correct but the idea of a
starting point is wide of the mark. Unfortunately for the ‘Sydney-origin’
thesis, a similar series of events had occurred in the colony of Tasmania's
main city, Hobart one year before, albeit on a smaller scale.
Hobart 1879
The Hobart Mercury of
April 28, 1879 reported on the City Football Club's AGM and its adoption of the
‘rules of the British Football Association’.
The annual general meeting of members of the City Football Club was held on Saturday evening at the Town Hall. Mr J.R. Betts took the chair. The attendance was good at first, but the proceedings being of a protracted nature, the members dwindled very much towards the finish. The committee recommended the adoption of a fresh code of playing rules, as the present code entirely prevented the club from meeting any foreign team. The rules of the British Football Association, with the addition of the drop kick, were recommended. The following officers were elected: Captain, Captain Boddam; vice-captains, Messrs, Molloy and Pitfield; secretary, Mr A.D. Watchorn; treasurer, Mr Lindley; committee, Messrs. Lovett, Finlay, and Paul.10
Captain
Edmond Meyer Tudor-Boddam is a central figure in this decision. Boddam had
arrived in Hobart via Sydney in May 1878 to take up a post as ‘Brigade-Major to
the corps’, the main function of which was to control public works projects.11 An Anglo-Indian and noted cricketer
and footballer, he adopted a position insisting that an English code of
football be adopted for the winter months. He had played Rugby in Sydney and
seemed concerned to adopt a football code that would enable a sporting commerce
with England (and New South Wales) rather than Victoria. In this regard, he prefigures
some of Fletcher's anti-Victorian sentiments. It is clear that many City
members were unhappy with this decision and Captain Boddam soon found himself
on the outer. Undaunted, Boddam moved over to the Cricketers Football Club of
Hobart where he directly influenced its decision to adopt the Association code.
The Cricketers voted 10–9 to adopt English Association rules at their meeting
on May 5. Boddam and his seconder would have preferred Rugby but acknowledged
that its rules were too complex. Both were derisory about Victorian Rules.12
Under his guidance, the Cricketers began their
season with an internal scratch match on May 10, 1879. The sides were
picked by F.V. Smith and G.S. Chapman. The English Association Rules which have been adopted by this club were played. Chapman's side proved victorious by two goals to one, both kicked by B. Stuart, well judged kicks. H.B. Smith with a good piece of dribbling secured the goal for the other side. Besides the goal kickers, the most prominent players were Boddam, F.V. Smith, Chapman, R. Kirby, H. Prior, L. M'Leod and Davenport (the last three hailing from the High School club). The natural amount of inconvenience was felt by most of the players who essayed the novel rules for the first time, the mysteries of off and on side and the obligation to leave the hands idle proving almost insurmountable. After some practice no doubt those difficulties will be overcome.13
As
if to foreshadow the sometimes dubious organisational skills of those running
Australian soccer, it is reported that the ‘club played without goal posts; as
Mr Briant who had promised to bring them, did not do so, coats were used to
mark the goal instead’.14
On June 7, the Cricketers met New Town in a competitive inter-club match. ‘These clubs met for the return match on Marsh's ground, New Town, on Saturday afternoon, playing the English Association Rules. The result was a draw, no goals being kicked by either side’.15 The Tasmanian Mail also reported on the game, remarking on ‘Morriss for the New Town causing special amusement by playing the ball with his head’ – possibly the first in a long line of Australian media guffaws about the practice of heading. The writer also complains of the ‘absurdity’ of the keeper being allowed to throw the ball.16
One
soccer match in Hobart in 1879 might be a rogue occurrence; two games a month
apart intimate a pattern. Moreover, it is reasonable to interpolate ‘soccer’
practice in-between these dates. However, this was no sparkling beginning of
the beautiful game in Australia from which it leapt and bounded, despite the
indication that the players intended to keep working at the game. The perceived
need for conformity and the weight of numbers ultimately meant the rejection of
soccer for the time being.
Code Chaos
In early 1879, football rules in Hobart
were in chaos and many felt they needed to be streamlined. The urgent need for
conformity had been inspired by what was considered as an embarrassment at the
local footballers’ unpreparedness to meet challenges from outside of the
colony. In May 1879, Melbourne's Hotham FC (the present-day Australian Rules
club, North Melbourne FC) had written to the City Football Club requesting a
game. While this caused some excitement and anticipation, the Hobart club's
committee decided that they could not ‘under present circumstances, respond
favourably to the offer of the Hotham Club to pay a visit to this colony’.17 Football across Tasmania was in such
disarray that local humiliation could be the only possible outcome from a
contest between Hotham and a Hobart team.
Hobart football had been in a fitful slumber in the
middle 1870s from which it was still awakening. The Mercury lamented
the inevitable refusal of Hotham's request:
The resuscitation of football this winter … ought to have rendered a favourable reply possible, but the peculiar relation of the clubs will, no doubt, interfere. Such an attention, however, from Victoria will demonstrate the necessity for the formation of an Association [and] uniformity of rules.18
In
early 1879 Hobart had no set, singular code of play. Of the four Hobart football
clubs, Railway and City (post-English Association rules) insisted on playing
under Victorian Rules. New Town had its own code which resembled the Victorian
game, though with some important differences (like a tape between posts under
which the ball needed to be kicked to register a goal and the absence of the
free kick paid for a mark). As if to add to the complication, the outlying
towns and settlements had their own codes as well.
In
1877 when Richmond hosted the City club, one reporter remarked, ‘It is only
fair to say that [City] was at a great disadvantage in having to make the great
concession to their opponents of not “running with the ball”’.19 A year later, the boot was on the
other foot: ‘The Richmond team were evidently placed at a disadvantage by the
novelty of the mark rule of which they made acquaintance for the first time’.20
Some
Southern Tasmanian codes allowed running with the ball, some did not. Some paid
the mark, some did not. Confusion reigned and the home club determined the
rules under which the teams would play. Squabbles and protests were the way of
things. Tremendous in-fighting also existed between the clubs based on colonial
political loyalties. If some footballers, like Boddam, were holding out for the
visit of an English football team, others were advocates of the Victorian game.
In
late 1878, hopes were still being held for an English visit. A member of the
City Club wrote to the Mercury: ‘Our colony, as compared with the
other Australian colonies is but a small one, but, sir, I believe there are
sufficient strong and active youths here to form a football association from
which we could pick a team worthy to compete with our English friends’.21 The writer advocated the adoption of a
‘general code of rules throughout the colony’ that would facilitate footballing
commerce with the English. It was felt that such a relationship would lead to
other economic and political benefits. The initial adoption of Association
rules by the City Club in early 1879 needs to be seen in this context.
While
the promised visit of an English team failed to materialise, the Hotham letter
brought home the realisation that extra-colonial football relations were most
likely to be established with Victoria and, this being the case, Victorian
Rules needed to be adopted by the recently formed Tasmanian Football
Association. In the continued absence of a sign of visiting English teams,
those pushing for the ‘British’ codes had little argument.
One of those leading the charge for Victorian Rules
was W.H. Cundy, who was interviewed by the Mercury 50 years
later in 1931:
When I first came to Tasmania as a youth … there was really no established code. Rugby, soccer, and a sort of hybrid game were being played, and it can well be imagined the chaos that existed. I had played what was then known as the Victorian code in Melbourne … but at first was unable to induce other teams to adopt the Victorian rules. I had brought over a book of rules, and had 50 copies printed for distribution, and a meeting was later called at the old High School, now the University, to discuss the position. The … meeting could not come to a decision to concentrate on one code, so it was decided that for a season the teams should play the Victorian rules game, soccer and Rugby turn about, and at the end of the year decide which should be adopted, when all were fairly conversant with the codes. When the vote subsequently was taken, the Victorian rules won. I believe, by one vote.22
A further recollection reported in the Mercury on
September 15, 1936, 3 years after Cundy's death repeated and reinforced the
story.
Few Tasmanians know that the national code of football, now the predominating code of football in Tasmania, was introduced to the State by one vote only. Major W.T. Conder, President of the Australian Amateur Football Council, told members of the Northern Tasmanian Football Association last night that when the late W.H. Cundy came to Tasmania in the 1870s, the Australian game was not played In Tasmania. The football played consisted of Soccer, Rugby and a cross between the two games known as the Tasmanian game. In 1879, those in control of football in Tasmania decided by one vote to play what was then known as the Victorian game and is now the national game.23
Cundy's
memories testify to the diversity of Hobart football in early 1879 and the
level of disagreement about the way to unify the game in the colony.
Nonetheless, by the end of the 1879 season Victorian Rules (with modifications)
were established as the dominant football code in Hobart. Hotham's letter was
central in that process.
Two
short years later the locals managed to beat the Victorians at their own game,
in the process confirming Victorian Rules as the primary winter game in
Tasmania. In 1881, with the Victorian Rules in place, Tasmanian football was
able to return a belated acceptance of Hotham's challenge. The Hobart game on
July 5 was a major event for the Southern community. Over 1500 spectators
turned out to what the Mercury described as ‘one of the most
exciting games that has ever been played in Tasmania’.24 The combined Southern team overcame a
spirited Hotham, by 3 goals to 2.
Despite
their victory, the locals knew they had faced a superior foe. The Mercury reported
that it was ‘pleasing to see that our footballers are not too proud to take a
lesson in play from a visiting team’. Immediate footballing improvements were
noted, especially in relation to ‘little marking, … the smartness of the
Victorians in this respect being copied by the local men’.25
When
Hotham revisited in 1887, the Launceston Examiner reminded its
readers that the ‘visit of the Hotham team about 6 years ago marked the
beginning of a new era in football in this colony’.26 Generally, their first visit was
credited with spreading the gospel of Victorian Rules throughout Tasmania.
The Victorian Ascendancy
It is worth pausing on three aspects of
the ascendancy of Victorian Rules in Hobart in 1879. First, it occurs after a
tussle between a British imperialism represented by Boddam and his ilk and the
Victorian imperialism of Cundy (who had gone to the trouble and expense of
printing up 50 copies of the Victorian rules) and the VFA, which at this stage
was in a heavily missionary mode. Hess et al. claim in their history of
Australian Rules, A National Game that the VFA ‘adopted an
evangelical approach to the advancement of the game, and its member clubs
received every encouragement to play matches in provincial areas and beyond’.27
The
development of Victorian Rules around Australia in this time is not so much an
inevitable development ‘out of the soil’ but is a product of patterns of
politicised advocacy, evangelism and imposition. The fact that the game was
being exported from ‘neighbouring’ Victoria made it no less a product of
cultural imperialism in Tasmania or wherever else it was taken up.
Second,
the ascendancy of Victorian Rules was not complete. Controversially, the Hobart
association kept the crossbar: ‘to these (goal) posts shall be attached a
horizontal bar, 10ft from the ground, over which the ball must be kicked to
secure a goal’.28 This was a nod to English codes of
football and a sign of a residual resistance to the Victorian code. While the
crossbar was bolted to the uprights, there was still the vain hope of enticing
a British team to Tasmania.
As the Mercury reported on June
16, some felt this decision made
the so-called adoption of the Victorian code a mockery and a delusion, the innovation being of so glaring a character as to entirely change the form of the play, and to rob it of its principal points of interest. The post of goal keeper, to which one of the coolest and steadiest was ever appointed, and which has been an object of aspiration as a place of trust, is at once swept away, while the occupation of the goal sneak – the quickest, sturdiest and most alert of the forward players – is also gone. The changes consequent on the adoption of this single excrescence from the Rugby Union code are, however, too numerous for noting in detail.29
The
association executive was accused of being a ‘star chamber’ that had added this
rule after the general meeting had decided to adopt Victorian Rules. And while
that seems a fair criticism, this argument had its chance to be ironed out at
subsequent meetings.
It
is telling that the Hobart footballers kept their crossbar until as late as
1884. In 1883, for example, the association's secretary ‘reported that he had
written to all the town clubs relative to altering the rules relating to the
use of the crossbar and pushing and had received replies from the whole of
them, it being agreed by 136 members to 91 to keep the rules as at present’.30 In 1883, the Tasmania delegates to the
intercolonial rules conference held in Melbourne argued for the installation of
the crossbar in all colonies. Perhaps surprisingly, according to the Mercury,
they were defeated by only 9 votes to 6!31
A
third and final point relates to the idea of what game the participants thought
they were playing. Had they adopted ‘a game of their own’?32 Were they (reluctantly or otherwise)
playing a Victorian colonial imposition? Did they care one way or the other? It
is difficult enough to establish the facts, never mind work out what was in the
participants’ heads – though the following is suggestive.
At the end of the 1879 season a celebratory dinner
was held in Hobart on 27 September. The footballers had settled most of their
differences and unbeknownst to them were at the beginning of a long historical
thread that continues today. The Mercury reports a number of
speeches given that night:
Mr GIBLIN proposed the toast of the evening, ‘Success to the Tasmanian Football Association.’ (Loud and prolonged cheers.) There was not the least doubt that the game of football had taken such a hold of the young men of Hobart Town that season such as none of them could remember before. (Hear, hear.) It was a grand winter game. Many of them loved cricket with an intense love, but in our climate cricket could not be played all the year round, and there was no game to be compared to the manly old English game of football. (Cheers.)33 [emphasis added]
Giblin,
it seems, was fairly confident about the nature of the game in which they were
participants. The response suggests that many others agreed with him.
Soccer in the Shadows
After 1879, Association football
appears to have retreated into the Hobart background until its re-emergence in
1898, and firm establishment in the early 1900s on the back of migration from
the British Isles. The possible continuity of soccer in this period should
nonetheless be entertained, even if imagined merely as the informal
kicking-around of the remaining surplus round balls that were widely available
and sold in the early 1870s.34
While
those first games of soccer very much happened, they failed to happen historiographically.
Archivally buried and misremembered, their status as two of the very first
games of organised soccer in Australia has been lost. And they remain lost
because, their discovery has had little purchase, despite the fact that one of
them is the first recorded competitive inter-club game of soccer with
premiership implications. Curiously, it is not even remembered by those who
might be seen to have an interest in doing so, the various soccer governing
bodies in Australia.35 It is barely remembered as just one
game of the 1879 Hobart football season, thereby keeping in the shadows the
story of the Cricketers’ cameo role in the grander narrative of soccer's early
Australian rumblings.
The
received history is that Australian Rules (via Melbourne Rules and Victorian
Rules) football was played in Hobart from the beginnings of organised football
in Tasmania. It is historically inaccurate but remains a culturally powerful
truism. It is an error that is repeated and compounded by mythologisers who
have their purposes and historians who should know better.
The website ‘Tasmania AFL: It's Time’, devoted to
the ongoing attempt to establish a Tasmanian team in the AFL (the national
Australian Rules competition) understandably appeals to ideas of the historical
depth of Australian Rules in Tasmania and the state's cultural commitment to
the game. It notes that ‘Tasmania has a long and proud football history, dating
back to the 1860s. Ours was the first state outside of Victoria to play the
game, with football clubs established in New Town, Derwent and Stowell in and
around 1864.’ It happily claims these clubs for Australian Rules, skirting
around the historical complications, and asserts, nonetheless correctly:
A
number of clubs came and went and by 1879, the Tasmanian Cricket Association
had officially formed a club (called the Cricketers) and Hobart had four senior
football teams. Arguments about the rules of the game were solved at a meeting
of club secretaries on 12 June, 1879, which formed an association and decided
to adopt Victorian Rules with slight modifications.36
Given
the nature and political project of the organisation making the argument, its
use of this shorthand mythology is entirely expected and not particularly
unreasonable.37
For a professional historian, such errors are less
forgiveable. Geoffrey Blainey's A Game of Our Own is one of
the influential and most respected histories of Australian Rules football. Its
section on early football in Tasmania, while acknowledging the uncertainty of
codes in the colony, nonetheless constructs Melbourne Rules as the norm against
which other codes butted. Blainey writes on a football game in Launceston in
1875, intended to be 11 versus 11 but which ended up as 11 versus all comers:
This particular match was closer to Rugby than to the football normally played in Melbourne, for the players on various occasions obtained a ‘touch down’ and with it the right to kick for goal. Four years later football in Launceston, unmistakeably, was played according to the Australian rules.38
Rhetorically,
Blainey presents the Launceston game as a departure from the norm. Despite
quibbles that could be made about the fact that ‘touch downs’ were performed in
many forms of football other than Rugby and that the ‘Australian Rules’ did not
exist in 1879, the important error here is the inadvertent deception of
constructing Tasmanian football as Victorian Rules in embryo. This
is compounded by an illustrating photograph, anachronistically representing the
post-ascendancy Southern Tasmanian football team from 1890 (with its
characteristic sleeveless playing vests, bulging biceps and brimming
confidence) as a pictorial example of a moment 11 years earlier when Tasmanian
football is actually in disarray. Blainey's subsequent mentioning of Tasmanian
football is to Hotham's visit in 1881 – when the code war is over and Victorian
Rules is established as the Tasmanian winter game.
Most
historians (amateur and professional) allow for the fact that a lot of the
football played around Australia in the 1850s and 1860s was often an
undifferentiated and usually locally ‘flexible’ set of behaviours. Many,
however, are in error because they fail properly to trace the shift to codification.
Sometimes a convenient look away (in the vein of a professional wrestling
referee) allows Australian Rules to be there in place smiling innocently when
the historian returns to the narrative. Almost all amateur histories do this;
as do some professional accounts. Series of tussles, arguments and code wars
get effaced in this process, whereby competing codes and claims are written out
of the narrative. David Young, for example – whose Sporting Island,
a history of Tasmanian sport is spatially generous towards soccer39 – nonetheless commits this kind of
error. Despite the momentary formal adoption of Association rules in 1879,
which Young acknowledges, soccer is only ‘introduced’40 like a species foreign to Tasmania in
the late 1890s, whereas Australian Rules ‘rises’41 like a tree from the soil. The
indexing convention adopted for the book also embeds a particular narrative.
Soccer and the rugby codes are given their own entries, whereas Australian
Rules sits within the generic entry on football (alongside all references to
pre-codified forms of the game).
The
same kind of flaw applies to many of the histories of Melbourne football, with
some notable exceptions. Other codes are excluded from historical consideration
by the invention of a great Australian Rules tradition which, having
acknowledged (or asserted) its contemporary social dominance, looks back over
history and colonises the lot for itself.42 The circular logic runs: if there's a
reference to a game of football in a Melbourne newspaper in the 1850s then it
must be to Australian Rules football because all football games in colonial
Victoria lead inevitably to present-day Australian Rules. An example of this
can be found in Phil Roberts’ history of the North Ballarat Roosters. Citing an
example of an eleven-a-side game in Melbourne in 1850, Roberts suggests that
whether ‘this was an “Aussie Rules” game is open to question, but it is an
evidence of the start of Melbourne's football’.43 It is simply not open to question
because it could not have been Australian Rules. But the
rhetorical trick has already been taken. Merely raising the question introduces
the notion that even if it is not Australian Rules per se, because
it occurred in the city that came to be dominated by Australian Rules it is
therefore Australian Rules in embryo.44
Hess
et al. attack this kind of logic head-on. They are very careful to argue that
the game inaugurated by Wills and his fellows in 1858 is an English game
introduced to the colony and not some inevitable genealogical progression from
pre-existing games. They point out that ‘Wills and others made it known in the
press that they had introduced a new code of football into the colony – not
that they had adopted and reshaped a game that was already in existence’.45 The Australian-Rules-in-embryo argument
is ruled out by this reasoning. Games played resembled the Melbourne rules to
come, but they also had many differences.
Soccer
historians also need to take this argument on board. It would be ahistorical to
look for organised soccer prior to the game's codification in England in 1863.
Yet attentive historians nonetheless need to keep their eyes and minds open for
games resembling soccer being played well back in Australian history. As Roy
Hay has claimed, ‘Football probably more closely akin to the association
football rather than what became Australian Rules was being played in and
around Melbourne in the mid-nineteenth century’.46
Evidence suggests that Warrnambool Football Club
was established as an ‘English Football’ club in 1861. According to the club's
web site, on 4 June 1861
Warrnambool was the scene of a game of ‘English football’ in which two goals were scored. Shortly after the second of them the ball burst, bringing a premature end to the proceedings, with no victor declared. However, the sport itself appears to have been a winner, and today's Warrnambool Football Club traces its origins all the way back to that winter of 1861, making it among the oldest football clubs in Australia.47
Warrnambool
FC is one of the oldest football clubs in Australia and it has been an
Australian Rules club for almost all of that history. But a game more
resembling soccer might well have been thereabouts at its origins. It has
already been shown that Hobart's New Town FC (an earlier incarnation of
present-day Glenorchy Magpies FC) played soccer before they played Australian
Rules.
But
these foundation narratives are hegemonic and soccer counter-narratives are
rarely taken seriously. Because of this entrenchment it is not just a simple
matter of correcting foundation errors and allowing the truth to unfold. Like
fallen boulders that have caused the damming of a creek and whose removal has
no consequence once the dam is established, their consequences need to be
dismantled and unravelled. Such errors have been a deep impediment to attempts
to write other histories.
When
Chris Hudson came to compile his comprehensive history of soccer in
Tasmania, A Century of Soccer, 1898–1998, he began with the claim
that ‘British Association Football first came to Australia in 1880’,48 repeating the three intertwined myths:
soccer's late importation; Australia's soccer origins in Sydney and Australian
Rules’ Tasmanian universality. Guided and blinded by these narratives, Hudson
inadvertently ignored a crucial part of his own state's history. This is no
slight on Hudson. The corrective documents are buried in the archive and hard
to find. And it would have required a wilful disregard of, and resistance to,
the established narratives to allow him look for a game so early on.49
On
the other hand, fortune might have smiled upon him. Had he happened upon the
elements of the earlier discussion in relation to W.H. Cundy from 1931, his
project would have been altered fundamentally and positively. While probably
not representing veracious history, Cundy's recollections are a fascinating
warning bell to the historian bent on citing origins. Cundy makes the
verifiable claim that Southern Tasmania only just adopted Victorian Rules
football by one single vote. While soccer had its disciples at that time, it
did not have enough to carry the day.
Discovery of the following letter from James Sprent
to the Mercury on July 3, 1926 would have caused an even more
serious rethinking by Hudson. Possibly error-ridden itself, the letter is
nonetheless usefully suggestive of leads to follow. The final sentence urges a
major re-conceptualisation of both the content and the method of Hudson's
study.
‘Referee’ states that Soccer was first started in Tasmania by the late Mr J. B. B. Honeysett in 1912. Re-started would be more correct, as the game was played regularly in Hobart during 1900, 1901 and 1902. Australian Football in this State being under a cloud at the time several old Soccer players combined to introduce the game, and the chief credit must be given to the Rev. F. Taylor, of Holy Trinity, now of Longford. He had played for Durham University, and had, I think, captained the team. Rev. H.H. Anderson, of Hutchins School, was another old player: in fact, the first practice was held on his ground. T.F. Hills, of Friends’ School, a gigantic centre forward had also played in good company at Home. Three teams were formed, University, Gunners, and Sandy Bay, the two latter being from the volunteers. Regular matches were played for three years, and if the skill of the new recruits was not great, we nevertheless had a lot of fun. Later the Australian game regained its popularity, chiefly owing to the efforts of the late W.H. Gill, and the University declared for the old game again. So for a while Soccer was neglected. But if ‘Referee’ cares to do a bit of research work as to the origin of the game in Tasmania I can give him the address of an old friend, who swears that a round-ball game was played regularly on the Domain over 50 years ago.50 [emphasis added]
Sprent's
letter intimates an important point: the latent potential of soccer rapidly to
move into spaces vacated by dominant codes when they make way, either
voluntarily or reluctantly. It is not known whether ‘Referee’ ever got around
to visiting the ‘old friend’. In all likelihood his stories died with him. But
if Sprent was correct soccer was played in Hobart in 1876 or earlier.
The following reflection from 1876 relates to a
particularly violent game of football in Hobart, one which created a deal of public
rancour and press correspondence. The game was probably not soccer, but the
response seems to be a clear expression of one individual's impulse towards the
kicking game:
SIR, I am a Lancashire man, but to be more precise in locality ‘a Bolton Felly.’ Any townsman of my age cannot but remember the seven clog shin kicks (or purring) of those days. The opposing sides generally kicked in Bradshawgate or Church gate. It was a warfare of English v. French, and football has long to be remembered by those engaged in, I may say, these Waterloo contests.
At a match like this, which includes legs and arms and objectionable exclamations, temper is hard to keep. The recent contest in Hobart Town between the City and New Norfolk Clubs, calls up to memory the scenes I witnessed half a century ago; but without a bias, I would recommend to all clubs, more of the feet and less of the fists and jaw.
Yours truly.
BOLTON FELLY,
August 5th.51
Do
Sprent and ‘Bolton felly’ point to a soccer sensibility of long residence in
Tasmania and, by extension, Australia? It is a vital question because an
affirmative answer explodes a number of origin myths.
Brisbane 1875
It is not necessary to speculate about
cultural silences and faint archival traces to assert that the Sydney-origins
thesis has been dismantled. But nor will it do to replace the Sydney thesis
with an earlier Hobart variation. The Hobart Cricketers’ two matches were not the
first games of soccer (codified or otherwise) in Australia. A number of earlier
games were also played.
One
took place on Saturday August 7, 1875 in Woogaroo (now Goodna) just outside of
Brisbane. The Queenslander reported that the Brisbane FC met
the inmates and warders of the Woogaroo Lunatic Asylum on the football field in
the grounds of the Asylum: ‘play commenced at half-past 2, after arranging the
rules and appointing umpires; Mr Sheehan acting as such for Brisbane, and Mr
[Jaap] for Woogaroo. One rule provided that the ball should not be handled nor
carried’.52 In itself this description is not
enough to justify the claim that the game is Association football. The
clinching evidence comes from the Victorian publication The Footballer in
1875 which notes in its section on ‘Football in Queensland’ that the same
‘match was played without handling the ball under any circumstances whatever
(Association rules)’.53
A
fascinating story is waiting to be told about why the Woogaroo Asylum played
soccer when all other clubs in the region were playing Rugby or a Queensland
variation on the Melbourne rules.54 It may well have boiled down to the
preference of an authority Figure (in this case the Asylum's superintendent,
John Jaap) or even the players themselves.55 Jaap was the superintendent of the
Asylum between 1872 and his death at 39 years in 1877.56 He graduated from Glasgow University
with an MD in 185857 and probably resided in Britain until
he was married in London 1869.58 In January 1871 he was living and
working as a doctor in Warwick, Queensland, prior to taking up the post at
Woogaroo.59
Jaap was noted for implementing humane methods and
programmes at the Woogaroo institution. He ‘employed patient labour to
establish a piggery and farm pursuits, which were a feature of the asylum for
many years. Jaap drew attention to the overcrowded conditions at the asylum, a
perennial problem which plagued the institution for most of its existence’.60 He also supervised the implementation
of a sports programme. For example, in November 1873 the Asylum held a sports
day and ball.
Following
the humane and indulgent treatment which characterises the modern system of
dealing with the insane, the Surgeon superintendent of the Woogaroo Lunatic
Asylum (Dr Jack) afforded the patients in that institution an excellent day's
amusement on Saturday last, in the shape of athletic sports, &c, with a
ball in the evening.61
Football can be seen as part of a continuum of
‘improving’ activities established by Jaap, who would very likely have been in
favour of Association rules, given that he learned his organised football at
Glasgow University. David Murray notes that the game there was
a dribbling one, the ball must be kicked and could not be carried or handled, no collaring or hacking was permitted and there was little rough play. If the ball was caught in the air a free, that is an undisturbed, kick was allowed. The player who held the ball dropped it from his hand and kicked it as [it] fell. The game was practically the same as Hand Ball as regards numbers and manner of playing; in the one case the ball was struck with the hand and the other with the foot.62
There
were at least two other games of football under Jaap's supervision, an earlier
one against Brisbane FC on July 19, 1873 and one against Rangers FC on June 24,
1876, though there is no indication of the code used in those games. Were the
1873 game found to have been played under Association rules (as might have been
likely under Jaap's direction) it would be the earliest codified game on
record in Australia.
The Chimera of Origins
But
nor would this be the very first game of soccer in Australia. There is little
doubt that there were earlier games, less formal, less structured perhaps and
which escaped the notice of the press. Hay's recent work on football in
Australia in the 1850s, influenced by Adrian Harvey and others, has begun to
gather the unearthed traces of rule-bounded small-sided games brought to
Australia from Britain and Ireland well before the codification of Australian
Rules.63 Some of these would have been games
with a strong developmental link to present day soccer in Australia.64
The nearly disabling problem for this kind of
research is that as researchers venture archivally backward in time the images
become more blurred and the distinctions between codes become harder to make.
Even as potential origin points become temporally closer they recede into the
shadows of archival absence. Gavin Kitching suggests that football historians
need to look at how football codes develop rather than discover when they
begin.65 Kitching also cites personal
correspondence from Tony Collins who makes the vital point that
the problem with looking for the ‘origins’ of football is that it almost inevitably reads history backwards – almost all historians of ‘football’ look at history through a teleological lens, projecting current concerns and configurations backwards onto the past. At its simplest level this can be found in the assumption that ‘football’ is a synonym for their favoured modern code of football.66
Yet
the dilemma for football historians lies in the necessity of engagement with
the established origins that lie at the heart of the professional and amateur
historiography of all major sports, origins that both orient and limit debate.
Moreover, present-day administrators compound the problem by using
anniversaries of origin to generate publicity. They help to get stories
rolling: ‘Once upon a time Wills or Webb Ellis or Doubleday did something so
special that they got a great game started’. Aside from often being simply
incorrect, origin theses tend to nurture hegemonic narratives that by their
very nature rule counter-narratives out of bounds.
The
great historian of the counter-narrative, E.P. Thompson, famously claimed the
English ‘working class did not rise like the sun at an appointed time. It was
present at its own making’. With apologies it might be argued that ‘Soccer did
not arrive in Australia at an appointed time. It was present at its own
arrival’. Even as soccer was ‘getting off the boat’ in its organised Brisbane,
Hobart and Sydney articulations, soccer was already here in the ghostly
presence of its pre-figurative forms and isolate kickists. To borrow once more
from Thompson, football historians cannot allow either to suffer from the
‘enormous condescension of posterity’.67 Recalibrating the study of football
origins to better register the processes of development and innovation68 is a fine start.
Endnotes
can be found via the International Journal of the History of Sport.
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