Albert Camus : "After many years during which I saw many things, what I know most surely about morality and the duty of man I owe to sport and learned it in the Racing Universitaire Algerios (football team)."
which is all very well, but when was the last time Algeria won the World Cup?
Football dominates today’s blog. The countdown to the new season has begun. I suffer from PMT (pre-match tension) and I haven’t been this nervous since I volunteered to be Salman Rushdie’s double.
Although the national media are only interested in the Premier League, the football season commences on 11th August. Tranmere has been handed an exciting first match against newly relegated and once mighty Leeds United. It seems unbelievable that a team of the stature and history of Leeds can find themselves in the third division. It is not so long ago that they were in the semi final of the European Champions League. They actually reached the final in 1975, losing to a strong Bayern Munich side.
There is still no confirmation that Leeds will be allowed to take part in the league as the Football League have retained the Golden Share, since the controversial take over by Ken Bates, after the club went into Administration. Assuming the game goes ahead, it is an interesting prospect and big test for Tranmere’s aspirations.
There has been a number of new signings made by the club. I have not been able to catch them during the pre-season friendlies but Tranmere was only beaten in one game (v Bolton).
Today’s poem is from Tony Harrison. His epic football-linked poem relates a story about him visiting his parents’ graves in Leeds, only to find it daubed with graffiti by Leeds United football supporters. It is very lengthy and contains strong language. However, I would argue that it is central to the theme of the piece. The poem was once performed on TV, when Channel 4 had an interest in culture rather than pandering to the Big Brother generation of morons.