Wednesday, 21 August 2013

Why do Brazilian footballers get fat... sometimes?

An admission straight off the bat, I don't know the answer to this question.

I haven't got the time, money or inclination to delve into the various socio-economic, anthropological and cultural elements of Brazilian society which could foster the tendency in Brazilian stars to gain weight at certain points in their career.

In fact I won't try to justify the fact that I'm going to say some stupid things when trying to explain why. I probably won't even try to explain why... I might just talk about some of my favourite footballers (and Ailton). They happen to be Brazilian and they also happened to get fat.

Case Study 1


Ailton 

The only player I'll mention who started as he meant to go on. As far as I'm aware Ailton has always been heavy. I remember him best for his prolific days at Werder Bremen but Ailton has actually played for 20 different clubs in his career, 14 since he left Bremen in 2004! 
He scored some juicy Champions League goals back when Bremen were decent and enjoyed a successful run on Germany's version of the shamefully popular horror series, 'I'm a celebrity, get me out of here'.



Case Study 2

Adriano

The football world paid attention to this big boy for the first time when together with Adrian Mutu he terrorised Italian defences for Parma. 
He scored 23 in 37 in 2002/3 and secured a return to Inter where he was as famous for his double fisted punching as he was for his football. 
His shooting prowess ensured that Pro Evolution Soccer gave him 99 for shot power and his appearance in Nike's Joga Bonito adverts made loads of football fans think he was better than he was. 
His dip in fitness and form made sure he won more Bidone d'Oro (worst player in Italy) awards than anyone else before departing back to Brazil to let his career peter out. 

Case Study 3

Ronaldinho

I spent so much of my adolescence practising the flip flap. The round the world flicks, the rabona, the step overs... this guy was my hero. Following a glorious World Cup in 2002 and the goal which all but ended Seaman's England career, a transfer to Manchester United was lined up and my life was complete. This was usurped by Barcelona at the death, when United moved the goalposts on the transfer fee. The reds reportedly reduced an accepted bid of £11million to a mere £9million. Noob move.
Ronaldinho went to Barcelona and became their best player (sorry Edgar Davids) that season. A year later he was recognised as the world's most talented player winning the World Player of the Year two years running and the Ballon D'or in 2005. 
A year or two later and his love of paella was no longer a laughing matter. As 2007 dawned he started picking up a stream of injuries and sooner rather than later declared he was looking for a "fresh challenge". In other words Pep Guardiola wanted to build a team around Messi and get rid of the dead wood. He went to Milan but never rediscovered his best form, himself acknowledging his best years were spent at the Catalan club. He is currently still lighting up the Brazilian league with his flare and invention despite the samba star's declining athleticism.

Case Study 4

The Phenomenon



This guy was so good they gave him his own video game. His displays for Cruzeiro earned him an early move to Europe. He went to PSV on the advice of a little known Brazilian, Romario. Although, it was his form at Barcelona under Bobby Robson that alerted the world to his talent. His touch was perfect, he was quick, powerful, clinical and he played with no fear. Inter Milan made him the world's most expensive player in 1997 and for two years he was the world's best. 
In 1999, he ruptured a tendon in his knee and did the same thing on his return almost a year later. He was never the same. He came back to help Brazil to a World Cup in 2002 where there were constant questions about his fitness, specifically his weight.
I was at Old Trafford on a warm evening in April 2003 when this great man laid to rest United's European aspirations with a stunning hat-trick (assisted by Fabien Barthez). He was given a standing ovation by the United faithful in return. These glimpses of the phenomenon's prior mastery prompted team mates like Gianluigi Buffon to explain, "Ronaldo plays best when he's pregnant" but take a moment to watch the clips of the late 90s Ronaldo on YouTube; he was mercurial then, he was merely excellent at Old Trafford. There's a difference. 
It's a testament to his talent that he was clearly unfit throughout the second half of his career and yet still ended his playing days with 350 odd goals in his 520 odd games. No one can match the phenomenon's fat to goals ratio. 

I met a Brazilian guy this summer who I spoke to about this. He said that it was because the majority of Brazilian superstars grow up playing with makeshift footballs in Brazil's poverty stricken favellas. He argued that the levels of notoriety, success and wealth achieved by these young men can also lead to a sense of satisfaction with what they've already achieved which can lead to early indulgence. I won't speak on that, it is however uncanny that there are few notable Brazilian footballers whose waist line inflates before actually achieving anything in their careers but then again I guess you wouldn't hear about them, so...

...I hope you enjoyed a little bit of me wasting your time.

Sunday, 18 August 2013

England > Spain

Like most other football fans, I was enticed by the prospect of Neymar joining Barcelona. The fee appeared inflated for an individual whose reputation was built almost entirely on YouTube. Although, I must concede any player more than ten humans have heard of will be expensive these days.

I'm currently watching Barcelona play Levante, they are 6-0 up... it's half time. It's the curtain raiser for the new season of La Liga. Sky's coverage began with the claim that the Spanish first division is "the most star studded league in the world." I won't spend any time trying to discredit this fatuous claim. What I will say is that the subject of this piece is simple. There are two teams in La Liga, it is impossible for anyone to break this duopoly and there is one dominant reason for this. TV money.

To fully unpack what I mean I have to make a comparison. It might be considered a lazy one but I think it's poignant. In England each position in the Premier League is worth just under £900,000 to the club that fills it. That was the figure for the 2012/13 season. Barcelona and Madrid on the other hand share a figure closer to £120million from the current Spanish TV deal. The team relegated from La Liga at the end of last season on the other hand see less than £10million after tax.

The gulf in remuneration is as infuriating as it is ludicrous. In a country with notable financial difficulties there are clubs, like Deportivo, which I remember terrorising my beloved Manchester United in Europe's premier competition... these clubs are currently on the brink of extinction, Deportivo's list of debtors are owed a combined £135million, if not more.

Yesterday was the opening day of the Premier League season. Spurs spent £60million this summer and made some excellent acquisitions. Chelsea spent a considerable sum on Shurrle and have a squad worth more than £200million in transfer fees. Both these clubs faced newly promoted sides on the Premier League's inaugural weekend. They were both run too close for comfort by Palace and Hull City respectively. I will concede this might simply have more to do with the unknown quantities newly promoted sides possess than it has to do with the amount of prize money in English football but if these two games serve as an indicator of nothing else, they are an exhibition of what you already knew. The Premiership is by far and away the most competitive league in Europe.

So I'm left wondering why it is that the Spanish game continues to be governed with incompetence considering the superlative model provided by the Premier League. I'm not one for hyperbole so please be aware that I am not exaggerating when I tell you I am currently sitting and watching Barca carving out a clear cut chance every 4 minutes against Levante. All of this while their £48million Brazilian import sits nursing his reportedly sore tonsils on the bench (a euphemism for he's been rubbish since he arrived). It's worth noting that such absurdity is juxtaposed by the sort of financial constraints that force Barca's opponents this evening, Levante, to fully recycle their starting 11s every season, heroically might I add.

Until the issues with TV rights in the Spanish game are remedied there will continue to be casualties. Barca just scored their 7th by the way.