Saturday 29 October 2011

My Eight Strikes -The Whip Debate

Background
The British Horseracing Authority (BHA) introduced new rules on whip use in both Flat and National Hunt horseracing back on the tenth of October.  7 strikes for the duration of a flat race and 8 for a jumps; stipulating a maximum of only 5 inside the final furlong or after the final obstacle for respective codes. This nearly halved the whip use allowance. The BHA also introduced stiff penalties with jockeys breaking the rules losing their riding fee and a substantial percentage of their prize-money.   

1 The Initial Perception Problem
Perception amongst the public was singled out as the main reason for the changes. Herein lies the crux of the problem for me. I don’t believe there was a problem with the perception of the sport. One could argue things have never been better in terms of decent attendances and a golden era for thoroughbreds, poor prize-money and funding aside.  It seems as if the BHA were worried about those who may never like horseracing, no matter how much educating, pleasing or pandering. You won’t change them. Some of these people would have the sport banned not to mind the whip if they had their way. I’ve heard the rugby and soccer analogy used, certain fans of one just cannot find enjoyment in the other. Sean Boyce makes my case a little more eloquently
Some speculate that the Grand National was the catalyst of the Horseracing authority feeling they had to react. Again I cannot understand why. Jason Maguire’s aggressive use of the air foam cushioned whip had people outraged apparently. 8 million people watched the National on the BBC, out of which 8 people complained of the whip use on the winner. More complained about Clare Balding’s poor humour post-race with 2010 winning jockey Liam Treadwell, commenting on his teeth, saying how he could now afford a new set!  The 2011 GN was a strange day, unseasonably warm, with some horses finishing very tired. A combination of connections showering their horses with buckets of water to cool them down and a stricken horse covered by the cameras for all to see left a bad taste. The whip was merely something for some to vent frustration at the race not being its usual brilliant spectacle.    

Wednesday 26 October 2011

The Great Revolving Door

The past two weeks have been a hectic time for the Irish boys in the AFL but the groundwork for this transformation has been made in the pipeline for some time now. To be quite frank, the interest in the Irish "experiment" peaked in those hazy days when I was giving Ricky Nixon disguises so that we wouldn't get attacked as we walked down Tralee Main Street. To explain the transformation I think it’s important to go back to the start of this cycle.


In 1987 Jim Stynes was brought to Australia by the Melbourne Demons and their far seeing coach Ron Baresi. He appreciated that Gaelic Footballers were natural bedfellows of Aussie Rules and that certain players could prosper in the game. After his success - Stynes went on to win the Brownlow (Player of the Year Award) - there was a rush to recruit Irish players. Alas Anthony Tohill, Brian Stynes, Colin Corkery and others came and failed. Thinking the talent had dried up, AFL clubs deserted the Emerald Isle. That was until a certain Tadgh Kennelly burst onto the scene.


I don't know how it happened but the Sydney Swans took the brave decision to go against the grain and recruit an Irish player. This turned out to be one of the best decisions in the club history, as Kennellys strong run and carry propelled the Swans to the 2005 Premiership. His performances encouraged all the other clubs to dust down their passports and travel to Ireland in the hope of finding the next Kennelly much like clubs in the early nineties tried to find the next Stynes. Herein lies the crux of the problem - there is no next Stynes or Kennelly, these guys are superstars of the game and to think that every GAA player is as good as these two is unrealistic. 

Monday 26 September 2011

Wanted: An Immovable Object

There was a lot of talk last season that the current incarnation of Manchester United had reached the end of its rope. Two of the core players, Edwin Van Der Sar and Paul Scholes, had finally decided to call it a day. No suitable understudies had been found. The other linchpin, Ryan Giggs, has now been playing for the senior team for more than half his life. With Manchester City acquiring the sublime Sergio Aguero and somehow managing to retain the services of Carlos Tevez, and Chelsea hiring the impressive Andreas Villas-Boas as manager, it seemed that United would need to make a few major purchases in order to be competitive this season, let alone close the gap with a Barcelona who don't seem to follow the laws that govern other teams.
Of course, Alex Ferguson doesn't have to listen to anyone. Being the most successful manager in history kind of gives one a certain freedom of action that other men may lack. Nonetheless, the common assumption (which I, for my sins, shared) was that Herr Neuer would be soon winging his way out of Schalke towards Lancashire, and that Inter Milan, Tottenham Hotspur and Arsenal would all find their star midfielders getting itchy feet following Mancunian overtures. Instead Ferguson, after much media speculation, replaced Van Der Sar with a man twenty years younger, and acquired Phil Jones from Blackburn and Ashley Young from Villa. De Gea's odd howler aside, the trio have been a resounding success. Young is turning into United's best deliverer of the ball since David Beckham, De Gea has produced a string of fine saves, and Brown is shaping up to be a top class defender.

Friday 23 September 2011

18 Observations of the US Open

Recently I was fortunate enough to have worked at the US Open. As a first time visitor to this or any tennis event, I've made some observations. Regular tennis events attenders may find some of these to be blindingly obvious so apologies in advance. Some are tennis related some are well, not, but enjoy and please add your own in the comments section below.

No. 1 TV does not to justice to this sport. This point is fairly generic as I'm yet to come across a sport that looks as good on TV as it did in the flesh but I was blown away by just how hard the players hit the ball. When I first seen pro-boxing live, I was mesmerized by the power behind the punches and just how much punishment the boxers take. At the tennis it’s the court coverage and speed of the ball that most impressed me. When I was playing Leinster schools tennis at Gormanston College (under the watchful eye of Kingbet founder Peter Kingston - dishonourable mentions here also to fellow bloggers Gary Sinnott and Kevin Walsh for having a role in my tennis failures) one of the things they drummed into us was having your shot selected long before the ball arrived at your feet. I now understand the importance of this as watching Djokovic and Nadal smash forehands at each other, there is no way they could have time to pick their shots on the run. While the serve has historically come under the attention of the speed gun, I would love to see a gun track the speed of some of the ground strokes. Strikingly while the players are nearly all adapt at slugging the ball across the net, like all good fighter they're also able to box. By this I mean their touch around the net and ability to use the drop shot is frightening. To see Roger Federer take all the speed of the ball and make it drop stone dead just beyond the net is a thing of beauty.

2. The athleticism of tennis players is much undervalued. Again the observation can only be appreciated when you see them play live. The court coverage of all players is amazing. While their ability to sprint from the base line to the net is probably widely acknowledged, their stamina is often not. These players do repeated efforts unique across sports. They're on court for at least a couple of hours at a time yet never, noticeably anyway, seem to drop the speed they hit the ball at or in getting the ball back. To back that up with the same intensity the very next day is mightily impressive. Of all the players the most athletic is probably my favourite........ 
 
3. Gael Monfils is a legend. After losing a first round match in five sets and being on court for a little under five hours the last thing a player wants to do is play another tennis match, right? Well in the case of Gael Monfils after his epic five setter lose to Juan Carlos Ferrero he turned up two hours later to play a doubles match with compatriot Marc Gicquel. Okay so it's fair to say that he didn't play to the best of his abilities but he still entertained the crowd. Check out his antics here.(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a92HAM7-6c8&feature=related) The guy is a born entertainer, even breaking into a dance after winning a shot on a couple of occasions. I blogged on this before -www.kingbetireland.blogspot.com/2011/06/drink-drugs-and-sausage-rolls.html - but it's the Gael Monfils and not the Andy Murrays of this world that make sport the experience it is. The admiration his fellow pros have for him is evident. On match point Gicquel stood aside and let Monfils play against two players, who played their part well by making him run all over the court. Monsieur Monfils, J'adore tu. (For more on this read here http://www.newyorker.com/online/blogs/sportingscene/2011/09/gale-monfils-and-losing-in-style.html)

Tuesday 20 September 2011

Us and Them: The Irish Rivalry with England.

Ourselves and England have, to put it mildly, a lot of history together. There's a certain segment among each society that looks upon the other as, depending on one's point of view, an oppressive overlord who thought nothing wrong with starving a quarter of their colony's population to death, or a group of ingrates who try and blow up innocent civilians. Let's be realistic, if the laws of geology allowed, Ireland would long ago have moved elsewhere. The weather's all wrong, and we've spent the past millennium arguing with the neighbours.
And yet, like the bickering couple that can't divorce because of the mortgage, Ireland and Britain (We only use England to try and form a common cause with the Welsh and Scots, after all) are deeply intertwined, 1916 and all that notwithstanding. The vast majority on both sides have no animosity towards the other. In reality, Britain has been nothing but a friend to us in recent years. David Cameron, a Conservative, had no hesitation in both accepting the results of the Savile Inquiry and apologising unquestionly for Britain's actions on Bloody Sunday, and Britain had no compunctions about contributing to our bailout in 2010. On our side, the Queen has recently completed a highly successful visit here and, the likes of Republican Sinn Fein, Eirigi, The 32 County Sovereignty Committee and any other miniscule group of rejectionists aside, the vast majority of Irish people bear no grudge against the English. On their side, there is even less of an animus. After all, the English have had lots of enemies over the years, and in the great scheme of things, a small island next door doesn't count for much.
Of course, on the field, everything changes, at least from the Irish point of view. Beating the English is the most heroic thing an Irish sports team can achieve. When Ireland beat England at cricket in India this year, the sudden upsurge in interest in cricket was nothing to do with the sport's merits. Nor was it to do with the fact that in winning, Ireland broke several longstanding records in World Cup cricket. Nor was it the scale of the achievement. After all, in 2007 we went even further, managing to reach the Super 8's after beating Pakistan. Quite simply, it was the fact that we beat the English at a quintessentially English game. When the match started, only a very small percentage of the population would even have been aware it was going on. Once we had won, though, it became the proverbial talk of the country. No doubt in years to come, like the half million or so Munstermen who were in Thomond Park when Munster beat New Zealand, a far greater number will claim to have watched the cricket than mere TV viewing figures would suggest.

Friday 9 September 2011

The World Cup is Here



So Rugby World Cup 2011 has finally kicked off down in the ‘Land of the Long White Cloud’- New Zealand. It’s been four years since South Africa became World Champions in Paris and the rugby world has changed a lot since then. Most notably in the way in which the game is being played, gone are the endless ping pong kicking contests and defensive rugby. The top teams, Australia and New Zealand in particular, are embracing a more expansive game plan. For this reason I believe that this renewal of the tournament promises to be exciting and engaging. This is not to say that the game has no problems, issues over scrumaging and the contest at the breakdown continue to be a bugbear for fans and players. The IRB needs to rectify these issues if the game is going to continue to expand and develop in the future.

Anyone who watched this morning’s game will be aware that New Zealand looked scintillating at times yet it has to be said they stuttered through the second half as Tonga showed that they are no pushovers. The most startling aspect of the New Zealand performance this morning was how few bodies they were committing at ruck time, they were therefore able to fan out and keep a strong defensive line. A team with more tactical nous than the Tongans possibly would have been able to take advantage of this ruck policy. If the Tongans had a fly half who could kick the ball in behind the New Zealand defence then perhaps they could have gotten a few more scores. New Zealand looked comfortable with ball in hand yet were unable to make their class count. In years gone by New Zealand teams would have racked up a big score and dished out a 60+ drubbing. It’s too soon to criticise this team but did the pressure get to them a bit? Several of their players had stunning matches however. Sonny Bill Williams looked great, though I’m still of the impression that he is a one trick pony and that one trick, his single handed offload out of the tackle, may not work against big defences where he is sure to be double teamed. Expect Nonu and Smith to start in the centres when the big boys come out to play. Richard Kahui was excellent as was Israel Dagg and they will put pressure on Cory Jane and Mils Muliaina for starting spots. All in all it was a performance which merited pass marks and New Zealand will get better.

Wednesday 7 September 2011

Sport Losing the War on Drugs

There are two attitudes to law enforcement. One of these, legal positivism, has the idea that the merits of a law are irrelevant, and those who break it should be punished. The other could be described as a form of utilitarianism, whereby a law is only a good one so long as the costs outweigh the benefits.
An example of this is the drug trade. It is four decades since America first declared war on drugs. At this point in time, there are around two million Americans incarcerated for drug offences. Yet there has never been an appreciable decline in the production, sale, or consumption of drugs since. For the positivist, this is irrelevant. The law exists, it should be enforced. For the utilitarian, the question arises of what to do when enforcing a law may be harmful to the greater good.
I say this by way of an extended preamble to an interesting question: Is it time to consider lifting the ban on performance-enhancing drugs? For all the work that has been done into the merits of narcotics laws, there has been surprisingly little advocacy for this point, which is odd, because it is a debate that sports really should have.
First, the obvious. The current anti-doping efforts clearly aren't up to task. In the case of baseball and cycling, in particular, neither sport enforces what little restrictions there are. A quick glance at Wikipedia's page on doping in cycling reveals that considerably more than half of the reported cases date from the past fifteen years. While this reflects in part the improved detection capabilities in place, as well as greater awareness, the fact that there hasn't been a major decline demonstrates just how ineffective the anti-doping legislation is.

Friday 2 September 2011

Pro 12 Season Preview


A new season and a new name to the old Celtic League, the RaboDirect Pro 12 reflects the evolution of the league with the entry of the Italian sides last season. The new season kicks off this weekend with a full round of fixtures. Off course the new season is kicking off under the considerable shadow of the upcoming World Cup and the early rounds will see teams stretched in terms of their playing resources, with some being better able to equip than others.

The off season has seen the some star names leave the league, which may be no bad thing considering the sub-par performances of some of those "star" players over the past few seasons. The Ospreys have seen a dramatic exodus of high profile players, gone are Lee Byrne, James Hook, Mike Phillips, Jerry Collins and Marty Holah with an emphasis being placed on youth. The ‘Galacticos’ era at the region never really delivered the success which was anticipated and the new strategy of placing faith in the young talent may provide a more stable foundation for the region to build upon. Down the road from Swansea in Cardiff the Blues have also seen considerable change with head coach Dai Young heading to Wasps and no replacement has yet been announced. The strongest challenge from the welsh sides in this year’s competition could conceivably come from the Scarlets who have been steadily building a strong side over the past few seasons. The departure of Regan King and David Lyons can be overcome and the attacking verve which has been the hallmark of the side in recent years is set to continue. Expect the Dragons, as ever to spring a few surprises throughout the year but their lack of finance again withholding them from being serious contenders.

Monday 29 August 2011

When is a win not a win?

During a recent visit to my sisters house in New Zealand I took her bike out to get to see the area better. Cycling along I come across two ten year old's on their BMXs' who challenged me to a race. Not one I turn down a challenge, I peddled away from the boys easily before turning around to let them know I was basically Stephen Roche in disguise. As hollow a victory as beating two ten years old may be, it probably ranks in my top ten sporting achievements. This classes me in what the Aussies call a "flat track bully" somebody who comfortably beats smaller, weaker opponents but put them up against a pack of shaven-legen men and watch them crumble. Which made me poise the question - is a win ever not a win?

The most overly used cliche in sport is when the coach says that the fans don't care how we win, once we win. Growing up supporting both Newcastle and Donegal I viewed myself as superior to fans of other teams as I supported teams who played "real football". Both sides played with reckless abandon, never prepared to sacrifice their style of play in pursuit of results. And both teams were beaten on a regular occurrence by teams who judged success wholly on the size of their trophy cabinet.

When Sam Allardyce arrived on Tyneside it was to much fanfare. Here was a manager capable of delivering success to the starving fans. Alas his tenure was up within six months as he had the audacity to play five across midfield. What Sam didn't appreciate was that Newcastle fans not only expected you to win but to win with style. Eventually the question is poised to all Newcastle fans; would you rather lose 4-3 or win 1-0? Hand on heart I have always said lose 4-3. But then Jim McGuinness came into my life and changed the way I viewed winning.

Having watched the u21s play last year it was evident that McGuinness was the ultimate pragmatist. His system restricts teams scoring opportunities and once the ball is turned over they use Michael Murphy to devastating effect. In short it's horrible to watch as a neutral. Initially I was horrified. I felt violated to hear us mentioned in the same sentence as "puke football". I brought my new girlfriend on a romantic date to Ballybofey to her first ever Ulster Championship match against Antrim and found myself apologizing to her the whole way through it and saying things like this is not usually how Donegal play, we're usually the gallant losers.

But much like Newcastle's brief stay in the Championship I found a strange thing happening. I began to enjoy winning. It didn't matter that it wasn't entertaining much like it didn't matter that it was Colchester and not Chelsea that we were beating. I went to games no longer in hope but in expectation. I have became all that I despise; a results man. I now don't know how it'd feel if Donegal threw complete caution to the wind and Sunday and played like they did they last time they were in an All-Ireland Semi Final. Would I applaud their daring or lambast them changing the game plan?  

This is the crux of the argument; is it better to win ugly or lose prettily? Arsenal fans beg for the days of 1-0 to the Arsenal but no doubt at the time they wanted to see their side play more expansive football. Ultimately we'd all like to win prettily but we can't all support Barcelona. So until Jim McGuinness decided he can pull off a woolen cardigan it looks like I'll be celebrating winning ugly.
 
Post by Seamus McDaid. Find Seamus on twitter @fbspecial

Sunday 21 August 2011

The end of Le Professeur’s Tenure?

Imagine being a manager of the third most valuable and fifth richest football club on the planet. Imagine having won three league titles, four FA Cups, and having reached the final of the Champion’s League. Imagine having set the record for longest undefeated run in Premiership history. Finally, imagine having done this all on a shoestring budget while still keeping one’s club insanely profitable. Welcome to the world of Arsène Wenger.
 
After Alex Ferguson, Wenger is both the longest-serving and most successful manager in the Premiership. It is no exaggeration to say that he has overseen a revolution in footballing tactics. Before Barcelona, it was Arsenal who pioneered the practice of developing youth talent from across the world. Under Wenger’s stewardship, the team have finally shed the “boring, boring Arsenal” image that dogged them for much of their history. Perhaps most incredibly, he remains the only manager to last a Premiership season without losing a match.

Unfortunately, for all this, Wenger has done little in recent years. His team has played some very telegenic football and notched up some great games, but has signally failed to deliver on the silverware front. As a result, it may be time for Arsenal fans to start considering what the post-Wenger future may be like.

Some days back, another writer on this site pointed out that 25/1 on Arsene Wenger being the first Premiership manager to be shown the door was excellent value. While this may be premature (it takes a truly awful run of form for a big club to sack a manager mid-season, unless they happen to manage Chelsea, and Wenger's unique style will be very difficult for another man to replicate), there is no doubt that, for the first time in over a decade, Arsenal's fans are beginning to become unsettled about their manager. When a club's fans chant "Spend some f**king money", one can deduce that something is not right. The situation isn't helped by the fact that the club is awash with cash. Aside from the globalised brand, the club also boasts the highest ticket prices in football, and a 5-year barren streak makes this seem like successively worse value with each passing season.
 
In one sense, Wenger has been unfortunate. His strategy of seeking value for money was exactly what clubs needed in the 1990's and early part of the last decade, particularly when the first transfer bubble burst. Back then, a little money went a long way. Thierry Henry was purchased in 1999 for £11 million. Marc Overmars cost half that. Most famously of all, Nicolas Anelka, purchased in 1997 for £500,000, was sold to Real Madrid two years later for £22.3m. However, the relentless flow of money into the game has changed that. Arsenal, once undoubtedly the best or second-best team in England, now found themselves displaced, first by Chelsea, and now by Manchester City. Money simply won’t go as far as it once did. Whereas £11m once bought a World Cup winning striker at the peak of his game, now it buys Gervinho, who has lots of potential, but little else.

However, that only tells part of the story. Arsenal, after all, has its own billionaire owners, in the shape of Stan Kroenke and Alisher Usmanov. They have indicated that they are willing to plough in the necessary funds. In addition, the club has raised plenty of transfer revenue, and with its low outgoings relative to other teams, it should be able to pay the necessary amounts. Most of the blame for Arsenal’s failure to adapt must therefore be laid at the feet of Wenger himself.

Why, then, has Wenger been so parsimonious with the purse-strings? Two answers stand out. The first is that for all his vaunted ability to acquire bargain-basement deals, he hasn’t been too successful with bigger purchases. Granted, there have been the Henrys and the Nasris, but there have also been the likes of Sylvain Wiltord, Francis Jeffers, and Jose Reyes, none of whom managed much. But more important than that is Wenger’s changed ethos. He wants to build a team, not buy one. The  team that reached the 2006 Champion’s League final cost a pittance compared to that of their rivals. For Wenger, a man who had scaled almost every height using conventional means, this was a way of bringing on a new challenge.
 
The problem is that this has now come unstuck. Cesc Fabregas leaving was inevitable, and not a product of any financial constraints. After all, one never truly owns an alumnus of la Masia, one merely rents them till Barcelona wants them back. More worrying is the fate of Samir Nasri.

Generally, Arsenal have been able to get away with lower wages than other clubs for a couple of reasons. Firstly, there wasn’t that great a differential until recently. Secondly, Wenger’s policy of hiring youths reduced the wage bill. After all, a player signing his first professional contract neither has much negotiating room or, for that matter, any idea of what he’s worth. Finally, they were a club who brought home silverware and guaranteed their players a place in the Champions’ League.

The problem is that, in the past ten years, Arsenal’s wage controls have caused its paying power to slip further down the ladder. Chelsea’s aggregate wage bill is now twice Arsenal’s, who now also lag Manchesters United and City, as well as Liverpool. Meanwhile, Arsenal came fourth last year, and are consequently only into the preliminary stages of the Champions’ League. A disappointing home game last Tuesday sees them going to Udinese next week holding onto a solitary goal lead. A few years ago, a game against the likes of Udinese would be little more than a formality, a way perhaps of blooding a few youngsters following a crushing home win. Now, it promises to be a challenge, a challenge that Arsenal may yet come off second best from.

It is telling that the first rumours that Nasri might be leaving Arsenal came not from an enquiry or expression of interest from another team, but from Nasri enquiring about whether there was another team interested in him, specifically Manchester United. It appears that, with the retirement of Paul Scholes last season Nasri came to the conclusion that there might be an opening with better prospects. Arsenal have pointedly refused to match his salary demands, but others will. With United apparently losing interest, it appears that Nasri may instead be on his way to City instead.

The above is indicative of a perception shift. Last season, for the first time in living memory, Manchester City finished ahead of Arsenal. This year, the smart money is that the result will be repeated. The best Arsenal can realistically hope for this year is fourth. Nasri was motivated not just by money, but by prospects. The danger for Wenger is that other players may follow his lead.

Arsenal is a veritable reservoir of talent. The problem is that this talent is both young and, relative to the rest of the top teams, poorly paid. Without the promise of prospects, those players may well up sticks for greener pastures. Arsenal is in danger of becoming like Porto or PSV, a club with a brilliant youth and scout system, that simply cannot afford to hold onto its players, and ends up a glorified feeder club.
 
Of course, this is easily avoidable, if only Wenger would loosen his purse strings and make a few big signings. At time of writing, his top signing this summer, Gervinho, is suspended. In the league, Arsenal are on one point out of a possible six. They have just suffered a humiliating home defeat against a resurgent Liverpool, who are casting avaracious eyes on Arsenal’s Champions’ League spot. Arsenal missing out on that could trigger another exodus next summer. And it would, in all likelihood, seal Wenger’s fate. For Arsène Wenger, the time has come to choose between the principles he holds dear, and getting the players his team badly needs to retain its status.

Post by Greg Bowler.

Thursday 18 August 2011

Too early to tell if apprentice will overtake the master

Disastrous start to the tipping for the new season – anyone who replicated this bloggers’ bets lost 2.5 points last weekend. Manchester United were the only positive result. All the other games ended in draws. To be honest this is the reason I dislike betting on football – it is a proper three horse race. Rugby on the other hand virtually removes the draw.
Alex Ferguson won the first battle in what will hopefully be a long war with Jose Mourinho’s protégé Andre Villa Boas. The premiership could do with a rivalry as intense as the Mourinho-Ferguson one.
Chelsea and United are in my opinion the only teams who will this year’s trophy – so effectively the Reds have a two point head start. This should not be underestimated: two points gained now is the same as two points won on the last day of the season, they are both added to a club’s final tally.
Before sitting down to write this edition of the blog, I watched the second leg of the Spanish Super Cup (Barca-Real). Unfortunately, I was at work so I could not give it my full attention, but it looked an exciting game. Barcelona lead 2-1 at half time, Real equalised, before Lionel Messi scored the winner, 2 minutes from time. Once again though ugly scenes marred the fixture – Marcelo received a red card for a horrible tackle on Cesc Fabregas, unfortunately for the Madrid man, the referee was not an Arsenal fan.
The game then experienced a nasty “brawl” with 22 on-field players, the management and substitutes getting involved just off the pitch. Soccer is perhaps the only sport, where brawl could be written in inverted comas, no one was hurt, not one punch was thrown, however there was some heated pushing and shoving, Mehmut Ozil got sent off for his part in the charade.
La Liga still has nothing to offer in comparison to the premiership: the big two are so far ahead of their rivals that the two “el clasico” games are the only ones worth watching. However both of these sides will play a big part in the Champions League, hence it is satisfying to see that Real look like a serious force this season and Barcelona are as good as ever.


Full steam ahead to RWC 2011
Ireland lost their second rugby international in a row, 19 – 12 against France in Bordeaux, last Saturday evening. This was the last game of the world cup build-up where performance outweighs the result. The reverse fixture against the French, this Saturday, is all about winning.
The team played well in the second half and could have easily taken a massive scalp – Ireland should overcome France at home and minus 3points at 10 to 11 is my pick of the week. Unlike last weekend the side picked, is close to a first-choice fifteen, there is still the Sexton – O’Gara debate, however rotation means that Sexton is in the hot-seat this weekend. Likewise O’Leary’s selection could be argued, but he is definitely the manager’s first choice.
Ireland won the second half, last Saturday, and should take that momentum into the home game. If Ireland win and then beat England seven days later, they will get on the plane with serious plans about topping their group and reaching the semi-finals.
Declan Kidney announces his world cup 30, on Monday. Peter Stringer has not made the squad for either the France game nor for the test against Connaught. His international career is probably over. This is absolutely absurd given that in my opinion, he should be a serious contender for the nine shirt against Australia. Stringer’s experience alone should have assured him of a place in the squad.
It is sad to see that young Conor Murray does not make the squad for the international and is instead the replacement nine for the game against Connacht. He played well for twenty minutes against France, but it looks like he is the fourth choice scrum half – only three will be selected in the touring party.
The first choice front row, for the world cup, will be Mike Ross, Best or Flannery and Cian Healy. Ross, Best, Healy have been chosen against France. The scrum is one of the few areas where Ireland believe they can trouble Australia. These three should spend every second prior to that game practicing their technique, to the point where they are uninvolved in other aspects of training.
England ripped the Wallabies apart, in this facet of the game, at the last world cup. If Ireland could win numerous penalties at the scrum, it would demoralise the opposition and turn this into an ugly, but winnable contest. Even when Australia trashed France 59-16, last November, they conceded a penalty try at the scrum.
There is no point running the Wallabies close in an open game, which happened in 2003.
That is all for this edition, kind of a two in one, remember tip of the week is Ireland minus 3 points to beat France (10 to 11). This tip is also being promoted because France have made 13 changes to the side that played Ireland last week. I think the bookies are focusing too much on the fact that Ireland have a dismal record against the French. The side put out by Kidney should be stronger than that of the French and Ireland need the win more.
M.C.