The World Cup kicks off tonight, and I started my annual leave today to celebrate. I also had those two comedic genii, David Baddiel and Frank Skinner @baddielskinner follow me @leaveforthecup on Twitter, which cemented for me the idea that this post would be about tunes, more importantly, World Cup tunes. Today, one of my followers, @oliyoung made mention of Australia's official World Cup song by Rogue Traders, which I then went on to mention was quite rubbish. If you've been lucky enough to avoid the song, well, I'm about to bring that to an end...
Now, as many people have mentioned, it can't truly be an official song without members of the team singing, or even rapping, on there somewhere, but that aside, this isn't really a song that inspires me to watch football, nor can I imagine it firing the boys up to get out on the pitch. I certainly can't imagine any of us singing it on the terraces (if there still were terraces, that is) which truly must be the mark of what a classic World Cup tune should be.
In 2006, SBS ran a show before the World Cup called Song For The Socceroos, which was a competition to write an official song for the team in Germany. What resulted was a truly forgettable number by an outfit called Freedom of Though which was called Green & Gold, and it went a little something like this...
OK, I promise to get to some good tunes soon. To be fair though, Australia's only had three World Cups, so we have some catching up to do in terms of penning the perfect football song. The Green & Gold Army had a crack this year and changed the words to Africa by Toto, which isn't a horrible effort, and probably more apt to being sung at the game than the other two efforts, but it still isn't really what I'd call a classic.
For me, it's always been the English that have provided the best World Cup tunes, and my favourites when I was younger was New Order's World In Motion from Italia 90.
As mentioned earlier, I have a Grandmother who was born in England, and my Godmother was also English, so I've grown up with a bit of a passion for the mother land, and football is just one of those things that I've grown to be obsessed with. For the World Cup in 2006, a friend made me a compilation of many English football songs, many I was not familiar with, but grew to love instantly. Two of those were Vindaloo by Fat Les...
..and Three Lions by Baddiel & Skinner, which was initially written for Euro '96, but re-released for the World Cup in '98.
As you can see by these last three examples, they certainly are a lot different than Australia's recent efforts. Now, what I'd like to see for 2014 would be an effort made to really embrace the idea of the football tune, and come up with an effort that gives us something to be proud of, something that's memorable and something we'll want to, and be able to, sing, especially if we've had a few, when it's not always easy to remember how to speak, let alone sing. This is my mission to you, Australia, and if you're not willing to step up to the challenge, well, I might just have to defect...
...well, maybe not quite anything that drastic yet.
Oh, and while we're discussing Baddiel & Skinner, if, like me, you have an interest in things English and want to listen to what the lads are up to, they're podcasting for Absolute Radio from South Africa. You can catch it at http://www.absoluteradio.co.uk/football/baddiel_and_skinner/ or on youtube, like this one here...
My next blog will include my thoughts on some of the games I've watched, as well as my experience watching the Australia vs Germany game in 3D, crazy, I know! Also, if you don't have Twitter, you can see my Tweets about this game on @iWorldCup as they'll be publishing my Tweets about the game live here... http://iworldcup.org/live/
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11 June 2010
20 May 2010
My Football History
Considering most people who will be reading this have no idea who I am, I thought I'd give you a bit of an idea about how I came to follow the beautiful game that is football. I was born and raised in the lovely city of Ipswich, which is in the state of Queensland in Australia. Ipswich has a rich football tradition, but for me it revolved around two specific teams, St Helens and Coalstars.
My Godmother's son played football for St Helens, and I had friends at school who played for Coalstars, and in grade one I was really trying to get my mum to take me to a sign on day. It never happened, and I've never played football, outside of a park kick about. At the time I thought it was to do with the coaches swearing, as I'd overheard a conversation with my mother and one of her friends. It wasn't until years later that i found out it was the amount of travel that was involved with playing football in Queensland in the early 80's that ruled it out for us, and instead I had many years playing hockey (field hockey, for those of you more familiar to the ice variety) as my dad played, and was able to take me to games, which never really travelled further than an outer suburb of Ipswich.
Another teams I remember from those days was the Dinmore Bushrats, mostly because of the comical rendition of a Bushrat kicking a football that appeared on a t-shirt that many kids at my school wore, so I've got fond memories of that team as well, even though I never saw them play.
Living in Queensland, I was also quite interested in the sport of Rugby League, and followed the South Sydney Rabbitohs in the then NSWRL (the mostly national competition) and Ipswich Jets in the QRL (the Queensland competition). Over the years, and with the removal of South Sydney from the national Rugby League competition, my interest in the sport waned, and I focused more of my attention on to following football. I had decided at this stage that Arsenal would be my team in the English Premier League. I don't really have an answer as to why this would be the case, I remember seeing the logo on a jumper in primary school, and thought it looked cool, I remember playing Sensible Soccer and playing with a team featuring Denis Bergkamp who wore red shirts with white sleeves (which was probably Ajax) but then found him playing for Arsenal in the EPL, so for whatever reason, the red and white team from North London became my team.
My first World Cup exprience was staying up late to watch the games in 1994 at the US. For some reason I'd taken an interest in the Republic of Ireland, so was following them during the cup, and hoped good things were to come for them. They were eventually knocked out by the Nederlands, a team who I have also had a fascination with for many years, and one that I associate football with deeply, thanks to my uncle being of Dutch origin.
I'd taken an interest in the domestic game here through the Brisbane Strikers, but only attended one game, which was the NSL Grand Final for the 1996/1997 season against Sydney United which Brisbane duly won 2-0. I remember this was the first time I'd been to a proper football game and it didn't take me long to suss out where the fun was to be had. There was a caged area that housed the very vocal Brisbane supporters who were standing, dancing and chanting for the whole game, and I quickly made my way on the then terraced section of Lang Park towards this crazy mob. What ensued was my first real taste of active support, and I followed this up at the Australian friendly later that year when Sweden came out to play. Again, the small but vocal Australian mob were situated behind the Sweden fans, and a lot of singing and banter was had, which turned into a great night out. I can't remember the result, but I do remember being excited by seeing "Spider" Kalac on the field, i think I thought he was pretty good at the time, I also think I had some kind of ambition as a Goalkeeper, or maybe I've just got a soft spot for the position.
I tried to keep up with the NSL on the various television channels that it appeared on after that season, but it became increasingly difficult, and not knowing anyone going to games I eventually lost touch with the domestic game and focussed back on the EPL which was easily accesible on SBS at the time. I'd been following the domestic game whenever I could through any form of media, and in 2003, after the Crawford Report had ended Soccer Australia and the National Soccer League, from the ashes rose Football Federation Australia (FFA) and in 2005, the brand new Hyundai A-League kicked off, and I've been following the ridiculously named Brisbane (previously Queensland) Roar ever since.
I haven't missed an Australian national team (aka Socceroos) match in Brisbane since this time either, and ran a brief radio show on community radio.
This was a really long post, but hopefully it gives you a bit of an idea as to where I'm coming from, and why I'm doing this blog.
Thanks for reading, and you can follow me on Twitter @leaveforthecup
My Godmother's son played football for St Helens, and I had friends at school who played for Coalstars, and in grade one I was really trying to get my mum to take me to a sign on day. It never happened, and I've never played football, outside of a park kick about. At the time I thought it was to do with the coaches swearing, as I'd overheard a conversation with my mother and one of her friends. It wasn't until years later that i found out it was the amount of travel that was involved with playing football in Queensland in the early 80's that ruled it out for us, and instead I had many years playing hockey (field hockey, for those of you more familiar to the ice variety) as my dad played, and was able to take me to games, which never really travelled further than an outer suburb of Ipswich.
Another teams I remember from those days was the Dinmore Bushrats, mostly because of the comical rendition of a Bushrat kicking a football that appeared on a t-shirt that many kids at my school wore, so I've got fond memories of that team as well, even though I never saw them play.
Living in Queensland, I was also quite interested in the sport of Rugby League, and followed the South Sydney Rabbitohs in the then NSWRL (the mostly national competition) and Ipswich Jets in the QRL (the Queensland competition). Over the years, and with the removal of South Sydney from the national Rugby League competition, my interest in the sport waned, and I focused more of my attention on to following football. I had decided at this stage that Arsenal would be my team in the English Premier League. I don't really have an answer as to why this would be the case, I remember seeing the logo on a jumper in primary school, and thought it looked cool, I remember playing Sensible Soccer and playing with a team featuring Denis Bergkamp who wore red shirts with white sleeves (which was probably Ajax) but then found him playing for Arsenal in the EPL, so for whatever reason, the red and white team from North London became my team.
My first World Cup exprience was staying up late to watch the games in 1994 at the US. For some reason I'd taken an interest in the Republic of Ireland, so was following them during the cup, and hoped good things were to come for them. They were eventually knocked out by the Nederlands, a team who I have also had a fascination with for many years, and one that I associate football with deeply, thanks to my uncle being of Dutch origin.
I'd taken an interest in the domestic game here through the Brisbane Strikers, but only attended one game, which was the NSL Grand Final for the 1996/1997 season against Sydney United which Brisbane duly won 2-0. I remember this was the first time I'd been to a proper football game and it didn't take me long to suss out where the fun was to be had. There was a caged area that housed the very vocal Brisbane supporters who were standing, dancing and chanting for the whole game, and I quickly made my way on the then terraced section of Lang Park towards this crazy mob. What ensued was my first real taste of active support, and I followed this up at the Australian friendly later that year when Sweden came out to play. Again, the small but vocal Australian mob were situated behind the Sweden fans, and a lot of singing and banter was had, which turned into a great night out. I can't remember the result, but I do remember being excited by seeing "Spider" Kalac on the field, i think I thought he was pretty good at the time, I also think I had some kind of ambition as a Goalkeeper, or maybe I've just got a soft spot for the position.
I tried to keep up with the NSL on the various television channels that it appeared on after that season, but it became increasingly difficult, and not knowing anyone going to games I eventually lost touch with the domestic game and focussed back on the EPL which was easily accesible on SBS at the time. I'd been following the domestic game whenever I could through any form of media, and in 2003, after the Crawford Report had ended Soccer Australia and the National Soccer League, from the ashes rose Football Federation Australia (FFA) and in 2005, the brand new Hyundai A-League kicked off, and I've been following the ridiculously named Brisbane (previously Queensland) Roar ever since.
I haven't missed an Australian national team (aka Socceroos) match in Brisbane since this time either, and ran a brief radio show on community radio.
This was a really long post, but hopefully it gives you a bit of an idea as to where I'm coming from, and why I'm doing this blog.
Thanks for reading, and you can follow me on Twitter @leaveforthecup
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