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We should be against Sanitized Football

22 March 2015 by

It is awful, jarring, the equivalent of a scraping fishbone stuck in a football fan’s gullet.

It is a cringe-worthy television advert produced by Qatar Airways, starring the players of F.C. Barcelona.

If the advert did not exist, it would have to be invented. For there is no other existing piece of media that better encapsulates the worldview of football in the neo-liberal age. It is forty seconds of distilled ideology crystallised at its purest.

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The advert begins by zooming in on a mystical never never land-like ‘F.C. Barcelona island’- an island taking the form and colours of the Blaugrana crest.

On this island, Lionel Messi and co. arrive at a glass behemoth of an airport.

It is one of those hyper-modernist airports, a transparent, shimmering structure of flowing glass so universal in its blandness that it could belong to any country- the sort of airport you would insert into your modernist utopia in Sim City.

Messi and the gang, seemingly alone in the airport, roll up to the check in desk in their rock star gear. Behind the players lies a void of squeaky clean airport marble, like a hospital but for rich people. It is notable how the 105,000 fans that attend each home game have been erased from this fantasy.

“Don’t worry”, the advert implicitly suggests, “there are no fans in this shiny airport wonderland. You are alone, safe from the masses.” Messi et al. are relaxed; phhhew, they can get away from the roar of the crowd.

And all of this with Samsung suitcases.

Let us just say that Craig Calhoun, the London School of Economics’ sociologist who has called globalization the ideology of “wealthy frequent fliers,” would have a field day… The Barca players clearly belong to a deracinated, transnational elite.

Now on board a Qatar Airways plane, the players jet across the world, making stops in Paris, Tokyo and Miami. At each location they enter party mode, rejoicing in a World Cup-like carnavalesque atmosphere in which everyone dances along smiling, and in which each time there is a noticeable lack of football.

I wonder what Barcelona’s socios, the locally-based members of the club, made of the advert. Of all clubs in European football, Barcelona has always been associated as a bastion of identity politics, its footballing kernel inseparable from its left-wing collectivist politics forged during the Spanish Civil War. Particularly as the Club has such a strong historical connection with anarchist political philosophy, I think Barcelona’s socios might feel uncomfortable swallowing their Qatari medicine…

The club, as Sir Bobby Robson put it when in charge of the team, is “the invisible army of Catalonia”, displacing its (claimed) political nationalism and anti-Madrid sentiment into sporting battle. So intense are the emotions provoked by the club that the Board is having to expand the cemetery adjacent to their stadium, so that more fans can rest in perpetuity next to their ‘home.’

How depressing it is to see the Club allow its image to be manipulated so vulgarly in the pursuit of profit. Barcelona is supposed to mean something, to be a shared emotional space in which a chronology rooting back to the 1930’s is evoked and celebrated. It is not supposed to be a commercialist utopia we can all fly to.

In an age in which the largest football clubs, such as Barcelona, Real Madrid or Bayern Munich, resemble transnational corporations by commodifying their ‘brand’ in international markets, a sea change has taken place in clubs’ identities.

Football clubs are sanitizing their identities, removing emphasis from the political narratives that previously gave their teams meaning.

Football has never been just about football. When eleven players take the field for your side, they become the carnal embodiment of the ‘imagined community.’ As Benedict Anderson argued, in large societies in which we will never meet the vast majority of those who claim the same identity as us- a Frenchman from Paris cannot meet all his fellow Frenchmen- a sense of community is produced not by face to face interaction, but in a collective imaginary in which all members imagine themselves as a single community. This imagined community is reaffirmed in a shared chronology of the nation, with mythic events such as 1789, 1848, 1914 or 1968 providing a common narrative of identity.

In a postmodern society in which we all have plural identities- I am a Tottenham Hotspur supporter, a Radiohead devotee, a university student, a middle-class boy from a working class family, a Brit raised in Brussels- there are no longer hold-all identity frames like ‘class’, ‘religion’ or the dichotomy of ‘civilisation’ vs. ‘barbarism’ that act as nodal points for our identities. We no longer live with shared experiences: not all kids now go to Butlins on holiday, or undergo military training together.

Football matches on television, or in person at the stadium, thus offer one of the sole devoted time slots in which society is experiencing the same event at the same time. In the latest world cup, 88.4% of Dutch people watched their national team’s victory against Chile. 82.1% of Belgians watched their national team beat South Korea. 81.3% of Greeks saw their team defeat the Ivory Coast.

It is a lot easier to imagine and emotionally invest in eleven men as the embodiment of our nation than it is to abstractly rationalise that that bloke from three hundred miles away, who we will never meet, is also a member of the ‘we’.

The psychological dynamics of football stadiums also result in clubs becoming lightning rods for charged political identities. With the alienation of industrialist society, in which the division of labour means that we compartmentalise our ‘professional’ and ‘personal’ lives and rarely find ourselves together in a substantial grouping of our colleagues, football stadiums offer a unique social function.

They become an enchanted, emotive space, where the crowd can take on a singular voice in their chants- a process that the psychologist Gustave Le Bon called the ‘de-individuation’ of society. As Le Bon showed, when individuals are in groups, they lose their inhibitions and are more willing to flout social norms. As a result, football stadiums provide a seemingly enchanted space in which the norms of the current political order can be suspended, and furthermore, resisted.

When Lechia Gdansk played Juventus in the 1983 European Cup Winners’ Cup in Gdansk, football became the site of ideological transformation. With General Jaruzelski having banned Solidarnosc, the Polish anti-Communist shipworkers’ movement, sixteen months prior to the game, the match took on significance when it was announced that Lech Walesa would attend the game. The leader of Solidarnosc and the subject of a smear campaign by Jaruzelsi, Walesa maintained a real fear that he would be booed by a crowd won over by regime propaganda, an act that would have represented the symbolic death of Solidarnosc.

Instead, as the game reached half time, a cry of “Solidarnosc! Solidarnosc! Solidarnosc!” reverberated around the stadium. As the home team manager Jerzy Jastrzebowski recalls, “we were in the dressing room at half time when we heard it and it sent shivers down our spines, the whole ground singing ‘Solidarnosc.’” The state television was so concerned about the ramifications of the chanting on public opinion that it delayed the broadcasting of the second half for six minutes. When the game finally came back on, it was broadcast without sound. The symbolic authority of the regime had been compromised; all of Poland could see that workers had turned against the workers’ party.

Similarly, the Parc des Princes of Paris Saint Germain (PSG), until its recent purging by PSG’s Qatari owners, was a symbolic battleground between the Left and Right of Paris. Situated at one end of the stadium, the Kop of Boulogne, the Boulogne Boys promoted a Fascist, overtly racist ideology in which their tifosi (fan art) paid homage to the iconography of the 1930’s. At the other end, in the Virage Auteil, left-wing workers and immigrants fan groups provided an alternative to this. In 2010, after a racist attack by the Boulogne Boys on the Supras Auteil , a member of the latter killed ‘Yann L’, a Boulogne ultra. In response, the new ownership rightly disbanded both groups, but then took the further step of preventing any fans from choosing to sit next to groups of others. Instead, a new ticketing system which randomized seating allocation was introduced. Ticket prices were pumped up; and the ownership admitted itself that it was implementing a strategy of ‘fan gentrification’ whereby it was trying to attract wealthier fans. As one club spokesman put it, the club was attempting to replace hard-core supporters with ‘fan customers.’

Trying to separate football clubs from these histories is wrong. We cannot sanitise football clubs, removing them from the meanings that their communities have invested in them, before branding them as ‘global products’ to be sold via merchandise. I am reminded here of Ernesto Laclau’s theory of the role of the ‘empty signifier’ in neo-liberal capitalism. Laclau argued that in order to amplify their market appeal, brands would ‘empty’ themselves of their controversial significations, their political roots, and market themselves using bland, catch-all terms with which anyone could associate.

When Barcelona markets itself abroad as mes que un club, because it shows ‘solidarity’ and the value of ‘passion,’ one has to resist the temptation to yawn. Any fan in the world could project their own commitments onto such phrases and be a Barcelona fan. The brilliance of the marketing strategy is that the words solidarity and passion essentially mean nothing; who can object to such principles? It is the same logic as when Obama ran on the mantra of ‘change’ in 2008. Change? Okay. But which change?

There are two logics of football fandom that are at war in the modern game, and regrettably, I think the wrong one is winning the battle. These two logics are that of (1) football as event, carnival vs. (2) football as emotional investment, a debate that has been defined in pseudo-intellectual terms by French writers as the clash between plaisir and jouissance.

Football as an event or as plaisir refers to a model of World-Cup like fandom, in ascendance today, in which fans celebrate each match as some Dionysian event of utopian happiness. Fans, sporting face paint, dancing side by side and doing Mexican waves revel in the now, everyone having a great time. Football becomes a site of consumption: indistinguishable from going to the cinema or a nightclub with the point being to consume ‘happiness’ via beverages, merchandise and happy dancing.

There is nothing inherently objectionable with the model. Apart from the fact that it is:

  1. a) incredibly status quo as it uses a mass event in the manner the state wishes us to: to enjoy ourselves, consume and forget issues of political contention. No example is better than this than the 2014 World Cup in Brazil, in which the government was more than happy to ignore social protests, placing emphasis instead on the euphoric imagery of fans dancing side by side while getting drunk on the Copacabana.
  1. B) quite frankly, really boring after five minutes. Where is the meaning in a dramatic narrative in which everyone gets on? Does Switzerland versus Switzerland get your juices flowing?

The second model of fandom is that of football as emotional investment or jouissance, the latter loosely translated as taking pleasure from suffering. This is not meant in some sadomasochistic, Nietzschean sense but rather in a more quotidian, banal context. Any hardcore football fan will tell you that a goal scored in the 94th minute of a nail-biting, frustrating game leads to greater emotional arousal than if the goal had been scored after 10 minutes. It is because pleasure that is produced as a result of suffering (of 93 minutes of internally whispering to ourselves that a draw would not be that bad, of self-talk) acts as a release from tension, providing an infinitely more aroused ‘high’ than a straightforward win. We get ‘off’ on suffering a little bit; it is the reason why cyclists both relish and dread the uphill climb.

Being a football fan is about being ready to suffer. To be ready to get soaked, and secretly enjoy it, on a Tuesday night away at Carlisle United. It is a perverse sense of enjoyment that arouses people; faced with the repetition and banality of everyday life, is it not understandable that people enjoy the absurd?

For these devoted, suffering fans, football is the serious life, not some game to be consumed like a soft drink at the weekend. It is the realm where emotions are produced, emotions which are not triggered by the everyday routine. Is it particularly surprising that the emotions awakened, the sense of community produced by being part of the collective, leads to political affiliations? These are people living what is a thickly layered emotional experience.

In similar terms, we cannot remove the fan from his social context. If a football club is situated in an industrial workers’ town, as it is in Donetsk to give one example, it would be an act of violence to demand that fans separate their social identity from their support for the club. Indeed, Shaktar is such a pertinent example because the billionaire owner Rinat Akhmetov has demanded precisely that, to the mass protest of fans.

To pick on a theme first detailed by Simon Kuper, football needs Darth Vaders. We need to have certain clubs, like Chelsea in Britain,that we love to hate. We need clubs like Besitkas, AEK Athens, FC St. Pauli and yes, even Roma and Red Star Belgrade. They provide a historical richness that we need to give our lives meaning. Otherwise football will become a soulless rationalism in which rootless clubs, transnational Manchester Uniteds, play against each other.

Clubs that deploy Fascist iconography should be banned from doing so, only because such symbols carry such latent representational force, associated as they are with the traumas of the 1940’s. They should be banned because not to do so would be to contravene the European Convention on Human Rights, representing a traumatic threat to a black or Jewish player’s psyche on the football pitch.

Nevertheless if Roma fans wish to self-identify with the Neo-Fascist movement, we cannot stop them. A recent movement in European and American philosophy, neo-fascism renounces the genocidal ideology of the 1940’s, but nevertheless promotes an aesthetic of masculinity and self-discipline. It is self-contradictory and hold a latent, if not overt, racism in my view.

But we cannot have our cake and eat it too. If we allow Livorno to display Communist icons despite the genocides perpetrated by Stalin- as documented by Timothy Snyder in Bloodlands- can we object to Roma fans promoting a censored version of Fascism? If football fans want to celebrate the Nietzschean triumph of the will and an ideal of masculinity separate from racist ideology, that is their prerogative as autonomous individuals, as long as they do not endorse discriminatory policies. We have to remember that much of Fascist ideology was originally not explicitly racist, but rather a philosophy drawing on Romanticism’s love of the homeland. This is a fine, fine line and one that I think the tensions of neo-Fascism will inevitably cross. But we cannot try fans in advance or judge them guilty by association.

Besides, can we expect football fans not to be attracted by such an ideology when much of football subscribes to a Fascist aesthetic? Cristiano Ronaldo is inadvertently a supreme representative of Fascist masculinity: he is overwhelmingly individualist in his play, refers constantly to the strength of his will in rendering him the player that he is, and flaunts his sculptured body like it is a public exhibit. Not to mention the awkward fact that he seems enamoured by the purity represented by Madrid’s all white shirt.

To return briefly to the Qatar Airways advert, no other metaphor could express the alienating nature of modern football to the local fan than the mystical F.C. Barcelona Island of the advert. It de-territorialises football completely, a fantastical never, never land chopping off the roots of Barcelona’s history. It implies that to reach Barcelona land, you have to travel on Qatar Airways, rather, say, than actually visiting the club or studying its history.

It says something about how disillusioned I was that I positively enjoyed this next video that was recommended to me. It is the perfect contrast to the sanitised Qatar Airways utopia.

It is called the ‘Last Argument’, an anti-‘modern football’ manifesto documentary uploaded on Youtube by Dynamo Kiev ultras in 2011.

It is the footballing equivalent of Friedrich Nietzsche, like watching football fans’ testament to Thus Spoke Zarathustra. Nietzsche famously wrote of his fear of the coming of the ‘Last Man’, a man no longer willing to take any risks or invest himself emotionally in any goal, a man wary of life, waiting to die. Dynamo Kiev fans’ decision to entitle their video ‘The Last Argument’ takes on a deeper meaning in this context. Where Qatar Airways brushes off history, Dynamo Kiev fans actively embrace it. They self-consciously are placing themselves within an ideological narrative.

The argument of the hour-long video is crude, raw, and discomforting. But it is appealing nevertheless. For all the same reasons that Nietzsche remains a seminal philosopher today.

The video begins with a man standing, head tucked downward, on a metro platform waiting for the train. The train arrives. He gets in. The train then sets off again, becoming a blur as it accelerates. A narrator voices over the action:

Do you live? Or do you only think that you live? Nowadays life is like a recurring dream. Monday, in the morning you go to work, in the evening you watch tv before having a dull orgasm before you go to sleep…They tell you that this is how you live life: To consume more it is necessary to work more.

These guys have clearly read Nietzche, as well as Marx’s theory of alienation, using the modernist symbolism of the metro to represent the oppressiveness of industrial society. It is pop philosophy but it hits home. Whereas modernism is worshipped by Qatar Airways, it is demonised by Dynamo fans.

The leaders of the various Ukrainian ultra groups then revert to a common discourse. Football is about emotions. Emotions that you cannot experience in other areas of life. Emotions that are like an explosion. You cannot abstract a people from their politics; you cannot turn an active footballing public, into a passive football audience.

Troublingly, the ultras endorse pre-arranged punch-ups with fans of other clubs in determined, remote locations. This is disgusting, reifying as it does archaic notions of masculinity and honour through violence. This reflects the dual heritage of the Counter-Enlightenment as represented best by Nietzsche: railing against the rationalist philosophy of the French lumieres, counter-Enlightenment philosophers stressed not only the primacy of emotions but also implicitly endorsed violence. While I am of the opinion that humans need to have some medium in their life where they can channel aggression, through playing football or doing boxing etc., it is not desirable that such anger is expressed through mass beatings.

Nevertheless, if expressed in inappropriate terms, their clubs truly mean something to them. The team is a pocket of anti-establishment ideology, a critical site of resistance to the dominance of the every day. There is a romanticism about Dynamo that you will not find on Barcelona Island. I know which side I will be gunning for.

Which is why I am calling for football clubs to reclaim their identities, as particular and local as they may be. This could be done by publishing less airbrushed histories of their clubs- a lesson Real Madrid’s directors would be wise to learn after producing the mother of all airbrushed histories of their club- naming stands in the honour of their supporters, reserving seats for working class fans, refusing to taint their match-day shirt with gambling sponsorship, providing fans with a stakehold in their club, or advertising themselves internationally as the team of left-wing, progressives. It will not make money, but it will mean something.

For at the moment they are moving towards becoming rootless, even soulless entities. Entities obsessed with money rather than meaning. Entities that know the cost of everything but the value of nothing.


One Comment »

  • Jeremy Cook

    Interesting slant on the “currency” fed hogs that are held as icons in our game. If you are saying money is the route to all evil, I have some sympathy with that point of view. If we take that premis forward, it seems the only way to bring about change, is to attack the financial under belly of the game.

    What is it that pro footbers crave more than money? It’s the adulation of an adoring fan base!

    But how well regarded will these super stars be if they were to be revealed as foul mouthed, abusive, disrespectful, louts akin to the thugs that tried to corrupt the terraces back in the 1970’s and 80’s. I am not sure I subscribe to your colourful political imagery, but to be a football fan, it does seem we have to regress to our tribal roots, but does that mean the game has to be played out by cave men?

    In the wake of the FIFA accusations of this week, much has been said about “RESPECT”. But the place where there seems to be least respect is on the pitch itself.

    Grown men that cheat and writhe on the ground because they felt a hand on their shoulder, and then stand up to give the officials an abusive tirade in an attempt to intimidate the ref into influencing the game in their favour; this is the centre of the real corruption in the game. A corruption fuelled by the greed that drives the ‘win at ANY cost’ culture the game has all so willingly adopted.

    Immagine then if we could listen in to the verbal exchanges between the officials and the ‘colourfully dressed thugs’ who reveal themselves as the oafs they really are. Initially it will be painful for such obsenities to be beamed into our homes, especially to family audiences. But it will rapidly indentify who can show respect and who should hang their head in shame.

    Link this to financial penalties and decent supporters who would refuse to stand for such aborant behaviour, and maybe, just maybe, we might exert enough financial pressure to force a change. To force the game of football to aquire a new found respect……for the game…..for itself….for each other….for cash strapped supporters.

    If this can be achieved in (arguably) the more physical demands of rugby, then there is no reason why the ‘beautiful game’ cannot evolve to similar level of respects from elite to grass routes level.

    How many of these icons would be proud to see and hear how disgusting they are while they are ‘at work’ instead of being portrayed as jet setting parrgons of virtue?

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