It tickled me yesterday to hear the US television guy interviewing Landon Donovan after their last-gasp win over Algeria. Straight as you like he pointed the microphone and said “Mr Donovan …” before lauching into his question.
For us, on this side of the Atlantic, it sounds hilariously formal. It’s impossible to imagine Sky’s sycophant-in-chief Geoff Shreeves in the tunnel after a game looking for a response from Mr Rooney or Mr Terry. It just wouldn’t happen and in a way it’s a shame.
There ought to be more distance between those in the media and those who play the game. There’s an almost pathological desire from those in the media, and with many journalists too, to be seen as friends of the players, particularly England’s big names. The constant references on-air and in print to ‘Wazza’ or ‘JT’ or ‘Stevie G’ are toe-curling at the best of times and in the end it colours the analysis of the game.
In the Guardian Barry Glendenning brilliantly deconstructs Oliver Holt’s defence of John Terry after his, frankly indefensible, press conference outburst. How can Holt expect anyone to take what he says about Terry seriously when he’s the author of his biography? Where is the journalistic integrity? How can you legitimately critique someone you like to consider a ‘mate’.
In recent years the punditry on Irish television has become increasing popular on YouTube as the likes of John Giles, Eamon Dunphy, Liam Brady and even Graeme Souness, so staid and forumlaic when on Sky, look at the Premier League and even England in big tournaments. They have distance, not just geographically, from the players and managers they’re analysing and while not always perfect, they have provided a much more balanced, intelligent and scrutinous view of the football on show.
What the BBC, ITV, Sky and 95% of the print journalists do is not analysis, it’s grandstanding and cheerleading, borne out of a genuine fear of upsetting the subjects. We know what has happened, we can see it with our own eyes, tell us why it happened, what went wrong, what was done well. When the best television stations employ people who seem unable to talk in any other tense than the present perhaps we’re expecting too much anyway.
It’s clear that foreign players and managers are subjected to far more opprobrium than the darlings of the FA and as long as the chummy-chummy mindset is cultivated, where personal relationships with stars of the game are valued more than an honest reading of it, this will continue.
So “Mr Donovan” might sound formal to us but it’s a damn sight better than “Wazza” or “JT”.