James Hamilton on Sport History and Psychology
This must be one of the great “novelty” matches ever played, and yet it’s almost completely forgotten when such things as “England vs The Rest of the World” linger on. It’s the Six – the Common Market – vs the Three – guess for yourself – at Wembley to celebrate our 1973 entry. They dug…
I said yesterday (checks: no, make that earlier today) “whatever happened to Scottish football started happening in the mid-to-late seventies.” Here’s this to bear me out, from Harry Reid’s marvellous The Final Whistle? Harry quotes Fred Forrester of the EIS, the principal Scottish teaching union: Our preferred weapon in 1974 was the work to rule….
Here are a couple of charts I’ve run up after a few uncomfortable hours hunched over Lamming’s “Scottish Internationalists Who’s Who” (Hutton 1987). Approximately 107 men played for Scotland across the World Cup years – I’ve gone for 1974-1986 for the sake of simplicity. I acknowledge the 1990 and 1998 World Cups, of course, but…
This is a short video I made about three years ago, and some of you will remember having seen it already. Â Apologies for the slurred-soppy-stern voiceover: at the time, I was pretty poor at intonation and pacing myself, and it’s hard to make out the sense of what I’m saying some of the time. Still,…
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The Field, that cozy, unselfish country gentleman’s magazine, bore the travails of 1918 well. Most of its sports reporting – and it covered association football with a generous spirit – was about dead and wounded friends, and now influenza had come in to interrupt what little real sport was still going on. Its correspondents kept…
This is really a placeholder from which you are to go to Rob Marrs’ post on the failures of Scottish football and their potential futures. But I have four thoughts to add. You won’t get Simon Clifford, as he has other fish to fry, but putting someone with that degree of genuine vision and that…
Burnley 2009’s 0-3 defeat at Stamford Bridge this afternoon doesn’t quite have that bubble-bursting feel to it; it’s not their first defeat of the season, after all, and a three-goal reverse to a side who are inarguably one of Europe’s best – and who have played together at the top level for half a decade…
I’m promoting the headscratching Scotsmen. Gavin Hamilton looked good for a while, but otherwise Australia treated the Scottish innings as a gentle cleaning-up operation. I didn’t hang around: Montezuma’s. But everyone seemed to enjoy themselves. It left me thinking that this is very much how cricket has been at the Grange this last century and…
It’s a strange sensation, this walking down my little village High Street at lunchtime, to find it full of smiling faces because the local side has just skittled the Aussies. I’ve never seen Franco’s so full. Or heard San Marco so loud.. It wouldn’t have been fair to crop that picture as it begs to…