A couple of nights ago 95 000 soccer fans packed out the
Melbourne Cricket Ground to watch the famous English Premier League team, Liverpool
Football Club, play a game against local side, Melbourne Victory. It was a memorable
occasion, made even more so by the spine tingling pre game singing of Liverpool’s
theme song, “You’ll Never Walk Alone”, by most of the 95 000 red scarf waving
Liverpool fans. As is often the case with soccer, the build up was far more
exciting than the game, which was almost a 90 minute, two goals to nil, anti
climax.
From the outset, may I say I am not a keen follower of soccer;
the round ball version of football which the Football Federation of Australia adamantly
insists should never be referred to as “soccer”. Well, I am sorry FFA, but
soccer is the name that was derived from the word “association” in the English
Football Association by the English people themselves. The AFF insists that its
brand of football is not called soccer in the UK and it should not be called
soccer in Australia. Well I have been to the UK and I have heard men, women and
children there talking about soccer. What is more, I have been to North America
and it is also referred to as soccer in Canada, the USA, and the West Indies and
in many other parts of the world.
Even stranger is the fact than the non soccer recognising
FFA has a national team which is known as, wait for it, The Socceroos. Obviously,
the Football Federation of Australia is playing word games, attempting to put
the boots into the Australian Football League, or the AFL, as it is widely
referred to. The AFL is the supreme governing body for “Australian Rules
Football” which now almost invariably is referred to as AFL football.
In a way it is strange, and perhaps indicative of
Australians being known as a “Weird Mob”, that the Australian game is called
Australian Rules, because the game is actually governed by Laws, not Rules. A
booklet entitled “The Laws of Australian Football.” was drawn up in Melbourne
in 1858 by three cricketers who were looking for some form of sport to occupy
their winter months. The laws have been changed quite a bit over the years but
they still are collectively known as the Laws of Football. Ironically, the AFL
has a Rules Committee which is charged with amending these Laws from time to
time. Too frequently, in the opinion of many.
Soccer is obviously a very skilful game but, for me at
least, I have found it too slow to maintain my interest for long periods.
Scoring is very difficult and often when a team does score it reverts to very
defensive tactics which makes the game unattractive to spectators. My solution
to this problem would be to do, as field hockey did about twenty years ago, and
get rid of the Offside rule. With no restrictions on players approaching the
goal, more goals would be scored and teams would be more attacking for longer
periods.
However, my lack of enthusiasm for soccer has not diminished
its world wide appeal. It is the most popular football game in the entire
world. Indeed, it is smugly referred to as “The World Game”. To combat soccer’s
universal popularity, Rugby fans insist that “Rugby is the game that is played
in heaven”. That may, or may not be true, but obviously, Australian Rules is
the game that God watches, because AFL also stands for the Almighty’s Football
League.
One thing that can be said for soccer is that it has
produced the most musical fans in sport. Faced with long periods of no scoring
and interminable back passing, British soccer fans devised songs and chants to
while away the extremely long periods of silence that would normally separate
the rare moments of ecstatic jubilation when a goal is finally scored. For
years I used to watch the televised coverage of the FA Cup just so that I could
enjoy the huge crowd singing “Abide with Me” before the kick off. Sadly, in
recent years I have missed this wonderful occasion. Either, I have tuned in too
late, or in our increasingly godless society, the organisers fear that not
enough people will know all the words. I hope that this is not so.
For many years soccer was marred by hooligans who used to
engage in vicious brawls and violent acts of vandalism to fill in the boring moments
between goals being scored. Football authorities were forced to erect barriers
to separate rival team supporters. Deprived of physical activity, supporters
soon developed chants and songs to help pass the time during the game. So
enjoyable have these communal choral events become that I suspect that some
fans would turn up even if there was no game on at all, just to enjoy the
social collegiality of drinking, singing and chanting with their mates.
Soccer behaviour was even worse in Europe and South America,
where crowd violence often involved fireworks, incendiary devices and fire
arms. I recall reading about a soccer game in Quito, Ecuador, when after a goal
was scored from a controversial penalty; one enraged barracker jumped the fence
and ran onto the field brandishing a gun above his head. Terrified players, the
referee and linesmen all ducked for cover as the desperate fan raised his
pistol, took deliberate aim...and shot the ball!
Australian football is fast paced, usually with frequent
scoring, so barrackers do not get a lot of time for singing and chanting. We
know that there are Laws, not Rules governing Australian Rules football. Of
course many people seeing Australian Rules Football for the first time would need
absolutely no convincing that there are no rules in Australian football whatsoever.
In some games, whatever rules there are seem to change, or become nonexistent,
according to umpire interpretations, as the game progresses. With three umpires
on the ground this can lead to new interpretations of new interpretations every
quarter. Instead of singing and chanting, Aussie football barrackers are usually
in a constant frenzy of abuse, yelling out, “Push in the back, “Holdin’ the
ball”, “Holdin’ the man”, “Droppin’ the ball”, “Throwin’; the ball” and “Fair
go, Umpire”. As far as I am aware, no one has ever attempted to put any of this
to music.
However, in recent years AFL teams have developed a team
song which is sung at the conclusion of each winning game. Television channels
know that they will incur the wrath of their viewers if they do not televise battle
weary players, in their circle of solidarity, belting out their victorious team
song.
Unfortunately, “belting out” is the appropriate phrase, for
unlike their song loving soccer counterparts, Australian footballers seem
unable to sing their song with any reference to the melody. They choose to tunelessly
yell and shout them out, while throwing red cordial over selected team mates
and occasionally sticking their fingers in the eyes and ear holes of their
neighbours. It is a demonstration of something, but of what exactly, I am not
entirely sure.
To a music lover like me, this is especially sad, because
some of these team songs are among some of the greatest melodies ever composed.
Carlton’s “Lilly of Laguna”, Collingwood’s “Goodbye, Dolly Gray”, Brisbane’s “Les
Marseilles”, Sydney’s “Old Notre Dame” and Melbourne’s “Grand Old Flag” are
songs that could either raise an emotional tear, or send you happily into
battle, if sung with the passion and tunefulness of a Liverpuddlian footballing
chorus.
Some of the other AFL team songs are not quite so grand. As
a West Coast Eagle supporter, I have to admit that “We’re the Eagles” has the tuneful
mediocrity of a television motor car commercial. The Fremantle Dockers, of
course sing the classic “Song of the Volga Boatman” which includes the
unsporting and incriminating lines to ‘Hit ‘em real hard, hit ‘em down below”.
Just singing those lines should incur a two week ban from the Match Review
Panel.
I doubt that Australian footballers will ever belt out their
team songs with the melodic beauty of the Vienna Boys’ Choir, but I do admire the
rich tunefulness of those English soccer, er, excuse me, football crowds. I don’t know if any more famous
English football teams are scheduled to visit Australia in the near future. If
I want to hear uplifting singing at the football I may need to hang on till
next year’s FA Cup telecast.
Abide with me!
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