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Sunday, June 28, 2020

Guest blog: Dr. Eoin Ryan on Handball, Ireland's international sport



 


Handball -

Ireland's International Sport


This week I am delighted to welcome a guest blog from a former colleague of mine, the multi-talented Dr. Eoin Ryan. I've never played the game, but I've always been aware of the importance of Handball in our own parish and its importance as an Irish game. I've also always been a bit confused about the American version and how it relates to the Irish.

Eoin is an All-Ireland winning handballer and in his blog he provides a wonderful overview of the history and evolution of the game from its parish based origins in this country and how it has spread throughout the world, making it Ireland's international sport. 



Biography

Dr. Eoin Ryan is a GP trainee from Co. Kilkenny, but currently living in Limerick. 

Eoin is also an accomplished musician, a writer and a lover of literature.

He began playing handball at a young age with his club Windgap and went on to represent both Windgap and Kilkenny in underage competitions, ultimately achieving All-Ireland success.

You can follow Eoin on Twitter @eoin89ryan

@GAA_Handball @US_Handball @FIPVOficial @WindgapGAA @windgap_ie

 


Just down the road from where I grew up, there is an odd structure. At a cross road with a pub, just off the road, there stands a wall in the middle of a field. I say ‘odd’ to communicate the fact that a free standing wall in a field appears to be an architectural oddity, rather than to mean ‘rare’, you understand, as these walls are far from uncommon. In my parish of Windgap, Co. Kilkenny there are at least two, and possible others. The same goes, I am sure, for every parish the length and breadth of this island.



RIC Barracks and Handball Alley, Ahenna, Co. Kilkenny


This particular structure takes on the appearance of many dotted around the country. A wall standing 27 feet in the air (although I will freely admit that I didn’t measure it), buttressed by sloping walls on either side, connecting it to a smooth finished concrete floor. Well, it would once have been smooth and it would have measured 60 feet in length and 30 feet in width - now of course significantly shortened by nature - so much so if is difficult to say with precision where the floor stops and the field begins. These walls, as you will likely have guessed, are handball alleys. This alley stands out, as the story goes, as the site of one of the first ‘official’ handball matches in the country. There are a few issues with this story of course.


Firstly, much like the wall itself, it is buttressed with the line ‘as the story goes’ as there are no official records on which this claim is staked. Secondly, the story is that it was ‘ONE of the first’. So probably not the first at all, which makes it less than noteworthy. Do we know who the third person to reach Australia was, or the sixth man to walk on the moon, or the fourth woman to fly solo across the Atlantic? And on top of this, the sport of handball has been played long before this concrete structure was ever erected at all.

My guess is people like their localit to be linked with posterity or history, so what’s the harm perpetuating a little myth that is likely no more than a fairytale?



Slate Quarry Handball Club, Co. Kilkenny , 1925 

(since disbanded, but handball in the area lives on through Windgap Handball Club) 



The handball alley at Grange Road, Ballina, Co. Tipperary - home to Ballina Handball Club, one of the most successful clubs in Tipperary



 Handball alley in Ogonelloe, Co. Clare

 


 Lahorna handball alley, Co. Tipperary


So why then mention it at all?

Heres why:

Dormant handball alleys like this, lie all around the country. These were once a village focal point. It is worth chatting to a few of the auld lads in the pub or after mass or wherever you might find them and ask ‘did you ever play handball?’ I have done this (in the pub, not after mass of course!) and have found up to very recently these alleys were a hive of activities. Sunday mornings, crowds would gather to play. Two players would start - one serving one receiving with the rule that winner stays on and the pretenders would line up waiting for their chance to usurp the champion.



The handball alley in Tuamgraney, Co. Clare - site of Eoin's All-Ireland triumph



So what happened? Why doesn’t this happen any more? Has handball died out?

Simply put, the answer is no. Handball hasn’t died, it has evolved.

Most Irish people know about handball. Well, they know about the ‘ball alleys’ - and not always from playing the sport. They have been used as ‘multi-purpose entertainment venues’ (I am being flippant here, you will no doubt have guessed). A lot of people know the ball alley as a place to go ‘ditch drinking’ - the national sport of Irish teenagers (obviously a misnomer in this instance) or a grand quiet place for the shift. There's one in every town and most villages and even in unpopulated townlands - the vast majority not used for their primary purpose.

But what is handball?

As so often when looking at history, we need to go back to ancient Egypt. As usual, they were the first - in this instance to play handball or at the very least, something recognisable as similar to handball. But it wasn’t just the ancient Egyptians. Handball crops up in various forms in a variety of civilisations throughout history.

My suspicion is that the handball of the ancient Egyptians, the Ancient Greeks or the pre-Columbus civilisations of Central and South America are no more related to each other than they are to Irish handball. It is more likely that they arouse spontaneously and separately and have been retrospectively linked together due to certain similarities.

Handball is a brilliantly simple game. One player bounces the ball and then swings with their hand to smack the ball against the wall. It bounces off the front wall, then off the floor, before the receiver tries to smack it back against the wall, and on it goes. The aim is to have your opponent miss and in that manner clock up a score. Simplicity itself. Almost natural. All you need is a ball, a wall and a friend. If you have said ingredients and some free time, handball, in some size or shape seems to be the only natural outcome.

And of course those outcomes vary slightly. Sometimes there are 2 players, sometimes there are 10. Sometimes there are marks on the wall as targets, sometimes not. Sometimes you hit the ball back with your hand, or maybe you try using a bat or a stick or a club...but ultimately, you are all playing a version of the same game.

In Ireland, the traditional game is called 60x30, pronounced ‘sixty by thirty', referring to the size of the court in feet. This is the game of yesteryear, played in all those now deserted alleys.

Generally played as singles or doubles in the manner described above, doubtless, there was varying rules in different parishes; that is until it came under the auspices of the GAA and the rules were set.

The popularity of this game, as we have seen, has died out. That is not to say handball is dead - it simply evolved.

Now, the game most popular, also under the auspices of the GAA is 40x20 - a modern, more sleek, sexier version. ‘The American game’, as it is known. Picture it like this, or this is how I picture it at least - 60x30, while still played, seems to be the game our grandfathers played, wearing britches and rolled up shirt sleeves, using great mite that only men of years gone by seemed to possess to continuously ‘flake’ a ball against the wall. Compare this with its American cousin. Athletes in sports wear, runners with more technology than in the first Apollo, bright lights, slick moves. A faster game, requiring skill, fitness, precision. A modern game. Enclosed in an alley where side walls, back wall and the roof come into play, setting it apart from its older cousin, resulting in furiously fast games with balls whizzing around corners. (This is probably unfair to those athletes who play ‘the big alley’, and that is why I started with ‘in my mind’, but it does serve the purpose of highlighting the differences). I have often wondered why this new version’ is called the American game.



 ‘The American Game’- alley 40 feet in length x 20 feet wide with front wall 20 feet high




Competitive 40x20 handball, Kingscourt, Co Cavan


It seems Irish handball in various forms was brought to the USA in the mid to late 1800s, as well as to the UK, Australia and South Africa. Again, the simplicity of the game seems to have been its greatest ally here, making it ideal to transport. Irish missionary priests in South Africa, Navvys in the UK and Wales and emigrants all over the USA helped in spreading this game across the globe. Reports from the 1930s describes people in New York City playing with a bald tennis ball on walls in parks, beaches and urban areas. Not exactly courts of 60x30 feet, but a version of the game no doubt.

Handball in the USA seems to have split into 2 distinct games - with both remaining popular.

40x20 (the aforementioned ‘American game’) held its first national championship in the USA in 1919. Since then it has spread across the country and now the United States Handball Association host more than 100 tournaments a year for its more than 6,000 members. Ireland have been competing against the USA in international handball matches since as early as 1885, when New York's Phil Casey was awarded the title World Champion and 1,000 Dollars for his efforts.

The other variety has become known as ‘One Wall’. As the name would suggest, this uses one wall - no side walls, no roof, no back wall. Straight forward. A square is marked on the ground and a corresponding one marked on the wall. The ball must bounce within the quadrilaterals, although the players are not so confined. This game became popular in urban areas - easily played in city parks and urban alleys. There are at least 2,000 courts (as alley seems less apt here) in New York City alone. The popularity of this game seems to rest in urban areas, and particularly those with large Irish populations - New York and Chicago being the hotbeds of this version. Now the ‘Mecca’ for New York Handball- the ‘best handball in the word’, according to a recent New York Times article is Coney Island- the show ground for ‘ultracompetitive handball…. with outsized egos, colourful nicknames and quirky personalities’

 

 One wall handball, played on the streets of New York


Both of these games are now played in Ireland too, with 40x20 being far and a way the most popular.

While there may have been varieties of the game played in the UK and US prior to the arrival of Irish Immigrants, there is no doubt that the game was influenced at the very least, but altogether more likely based on the Irish game.

This is considerably less likely for its Basque cousin - Pelota. Again, so similar to handball you would be excused for confusing the two, Pelota comes in a variety of forms - some using hands, others bats or rackets. There are theories floating about that this game, played by our all but forgotten Celtic relations, the Basque people, as being the inspiration for Irish handball. This assertion is often backed up by the historic trading network between Galway where the first recorded game of handball was played in 1527 and ports in Spain. While there is no doubt about the historic connections between these two areas (the Spanish Arch in Galway city and Spanish Point, Co. Clare to name but two), the notion of the game being brought over seems less likely. More conceivably, the two games arouse spontaneously and separately, and with the 20-20 vision that comes with hindsight, got cobbled together as being one and the same given how similar they are. Not an insignificant factor in this melange, is the desire of oft-trampled Celtic nations to assert their shared history and common cultural threads. In fact, the word Pelota is probably Latin in origin and came to the region from a form of the game played in ancient Greece. The chances that that stowed away, to pop up in the west of Ireland in a different format, in my opinion at least, are slim.

Whatever about the origins or who started it first, the fact remains that both games are strikingly similar! So similar in fact that since 1932, there has been an international handball series, blending the rules of both games to find an international variation, not unlike the blended Aussie Rules/Gaelic Football series - games which are more likely  to be a set in which one is based on the other.


Pelota (using bats here) being played in the Basque region


American handball, as so often happens with travel and the migration of peoples, has come home to roost. 40x20 is now the most popular form of the game played here in Ireland. While the purist may mourn the loss of the traditional, the opportunist sees the potential. In addition to the blended Pelota format, Irish players now compete on the international stage. And not just against American and Basque players. From its new home in the US, handball has travelled even further afield. The World Handball Championship held every 3 years now sees competitors from Canada, USA, Ireland, UK, Japan, India, Puerto Rico, Mexico, Ecuador and Australia to name just a few.

And the Irish have done well. Not only do Irish handballers compete for All Ireland glory but, as the likes of Paul Brady, Aisling Reilly, ‘Duxie’ Walsh, Fiona Shannon and Killian Carroll have shown, they can compete for World Titles - and not just compete, but win.

So you see, while the old traditional game may have fizzled from memory, with only its concrete carcasses dotting in the landscape to remind us of its former glory, handball has mutated and evolved and has become a modern game played all over the world. It has spawned new cultural trends among the streets of New York, found its way as far as Japan, adapted enough to help boost Basque cultural identity and aid the Pan-Celtic movement. It gives Irish athletes the opportunity to compete on the world stage. 

It has truly become Ireland's international sport.







Saturday, June 27, 2020

June 25th 2020 and 1990 - when your sporting stars align



‘The best laid schemes o’ Mice an’ Men

Gang aft agley,

An’ lea’e us nought but grief an’ pain,

For promis’d joy!’

From 'To a Mouse (On Turning up in her Nest, with the Plough)', November 1785,

by Robert Burns.

 


'The Lord brings the counsel of the nations to nothing; he frustrates the plans of the peoples'

The Bible, Psalm 33:10

 


‘Mann Tracht, Un Gott Lacht’

Old Yiddish saying meaning, ‘Man Plans, and God Laughs’. 

 


You may be wondering at the three separate but related quotations above, but if you read on it will hopefully start to make sense. Back in January of this year and in a rush of extreme sports-fandom related optimism I decided to tempt fate by writing about how 2020 was going to be the year for me. Thanks to my good friends over at www.verywestham.com, who kindly posted that piece, as https://sportyman2020.blogspot.com/ did not yet exist.

After some near and many quite far misses, back in January I thought I was on the verge of seeing my two teams (the Tipperary senior hurlers and Liverpool Football Club) hold their respective national titles at the same time for the first time in three decades. Then along came a pandemic and everything stopped. Individual mouse-like hopes and sporting dreams suddenly seemed trivial and I felt like, just in that Yiddish derived saying above, God was laughing.

Then Jurgen Klopp (with a good claim to be the most God-like of humans) issued an inspiring statement in March on how football (and by extension all sport) is only the ‘most important of the least important things’ (see earlier blog: https://sportyman2020.blogspot.com/2020/03/football-life-and-death.html) and everyone settled down a bit.

Eventually, and thanks in no small part to the motivational intervention of David Brent (see earlier blog: https://sportyman2020.blogspot.com/2020/06/super-soccer-speaker-credited-with.html), Project Restart was successful and the Premier League got going again in the last week. 

And last Thursday night at Stamford Bridge Chelsea beat Manchester City, thus ensuring that Liverpool could not be caught in the race for the Premier League. The result has led to a steadily building outpouring of joy and relief from Liverpool fans all over the world. Adding to the euphoria of victory is the knowledge that Liverpool have played scintillating football all season with, in my opinion, their greatest ever team.  

So here again is my pre-COVID-19 January piece, with a few new images included...


'When your sporting stars align' 

(first published on www.verywestham.com on January 5th 2020)


The start of a new decade and the recent success of my two teams (the Tipperary hurling team and Liverpool FC) has got me thinking that my sporting stars are starting to align perfectly for just the second time in my life, like that brief magical period of a few weeks in the summer of 1990.

For non-Irish readers, hurling is an ancient Irish game that resembles field hockey but is played at a much more frenetic pace, with the players being able to catch and run with the ball. The ‘Premier League’ of hurling is the All-Ireland Senior Hurling Championship, played between 12 different Irish counties. The season runs from May to September with the final being played in Croke Park Dublin in front of 80,000 people. Every boy (and many girls) from hurling counties grows up supporting their county team and dreaming of one day playing for them. Despite being 46 years old and never being a particularly accomplished under-age player, one of my get-to-sleep fantasies is still the one where I score an injury time winning goal for Tipperary in an All-Ireland final with all of my friends, family (and enemies) in the crowd.

Hurling (and its far less elegant companion game of Gaelic Football) has strong historic links with Irish independence and nationalism and, therefore, a certain anti-Englishness. However, most Irish hurling fans are also avid followers of the actual Premier League, and everyone has a team. So while I was born as a supporter of the Tipperary hurling team (being a native of that county) and started going to their games with my father from the age of 6, I became a supporter of Liverpool FC, by my own choice.

In fact, I remember the exact moment when I became a Liverpool supporter. It was 1982, I was nine years old and I had a vague idea that there was this great football team that wore all red and whose fans sang songs. I was in a shop in our village and I picked up a Liverpool FC mug from a shelf. The mug had details of all of Liverpool’s titles and achievements. I was astounded at the number of successes. At the same time, I thought of the strong Irish contingent with the club at that stage: Mark Lawrenson, Jim Beglin, Ronnie Whelan and Ian Rush (who I thought was Irish). And then a wave came over me and I remember saying to myself something along the lines of: ‘these guys are brilliant!’ Thus began my love affair with Liverpool FC.

So anyway, back to the summer of 1990. Tipperary had won the All-Ireland championship in September 1989 and so they were still the reigning champions in the summer of 1990. The 1989 win had been extremely special, being Tipperary’s first championship win since 1971 (and so the first in my lifetime). And Liverpool had just won the First Division title in May 1990. But the absolute peak of sporting-stars-alignment took place specifically on June 25th 1990. I sat (and stood and jumped and screamed) with my father and brother in our sitting room, watching Ireland beat Romania in a penalty shoot-out and progressing to the quarter finals of our first ever World Cup, to take on the hosts Italy in Rome.



Liverpool - First Division Champions for 1989-1990






Tipperary - All-Ireland Senior Hurling Champions for 1989




The Republic of Ireland defeat Romania in the World Cup on June 25th 1990 


Of course I didn’t realise or appreciate just how special those few weeks were until many years later. Just after the Irish victory over Romania, I headed off on that Irish rite of passage to ‘the Gaeltacht’ (Irish language school) in Connemara for the rest of the summer. There I watched the Italy game on June 30th and saw Salvatore ‘Toto’ Schillaci score the only goal as Italy progressed to the semi-final at Ireland’s expense. Two weeks later, on July 15th, I got the news from home that Cork had beaten our beloved Tipperary in the Munster hurling final, thus eliminating us from the All-Ireland hurling championship. And the rest, as they say, is history. Tipperary would go on to win intermittent but too infrequent All-Ireland championships, in 1991, 2001, 2010, 2016 and again last August, making us the current reigning champions. And despite keeping the trophy case ticking over since 1990, Liverpool would never again be champions of England. To add insult to injury, the greatest rivals of Tipperary and Liverpool (the Kilkenny hurlers and Manchester United, respectively) would go on to have unprecedented levels of success in the subsequent three decades. 



Tipperary captain Seamus Callanan with the Liam McCarthy Cup in August 2019 



And the victorious Tipperary team


But of course 2020 looks like Liverpool’s dismal record might finally come to an end. Even the most cautious and pessimistic of Liverpool fans realises that the current lead is a healthy one. So in May 2020, Tipperary will still be the reigning All-Ireland hurling champions, Liverpool will (please God) be champions of England (and Europe, and even the world, if you take that latter competition seriously). So, three decades on from that last sporting zenith in 1990, my sporting stars will again (please God, again) be aligned. As for the Republic of Ireland football team – well I guess you can’t have it all…  


And now for images of two crucial June 25th penalties - taken exactly thirty years apart:



June 25th 1990: David O'Leary of Ireland puts the ball past Silviu Lung of Romania, 

to take Ireland into the 1990 World Cup quarter finals


And finally, a penalty involving two Brazilians in the COVID-19 related emptiness of Stamford Bridge, as Willian of Chelsea scores against Ederson of Manchester City on June 25th 2020, to effectively end the Premier League title chase of 2019-2020, with Liverpool as champions.














Sunday, June 21, 2020

June 21st 1970, and why everyone loves Brazil



Neutrals always support Brazil in football, or at least that’s how it seems to me. Even when Brazil is up against a clear underdog, the neutrals almost always want to see Brazil win, and do a few magical things along the way. And even though Brazil has amassed five World Cup wins, more than any other nation, people still want to see them win more. This in itself is unusual, as neutrals don’t often support the sporting top dogs. As an ultimate litmus test, I would also guess that if your country had to lose a World Cup Final you would probably choose Brazil as your conquerors.


Brazil's World Cup winning teams



1958




1962




1970




1994




2002



Why Brazil?

Applying logic to the phenomenon of Brazilian related infatuation is difficult, but one has to ask the question – why does everyone love Brazil?

Perhaps the support for Brazil is something to do with their long history of beautiful and attacking football. But teams from e.g. Argentina, Holland and Spain have produced beautiful and attacking football over the years, yet they don’t have anything like the neutral support of Brazil.

Or maybe neutrals do just like to support a winning team, but then Germany and Italy have claims to being there or thereabouts with Brazil in terms of World Cup wins (four each) and Germany have appeared in more finals than any other nation. Yet most neutrals have little interest in either Germany or Italy.

And then maybe it’s something to do with the instinctive way in which individual Brazilian players play, traditionally players who were often raised in poverty, learning their trade in street football and able to turn and change games with moments of genius while doing things with the ball that players from most other footballing nationalities wouldn’t even consider doing. But then the same can be said for players from their South American neighbours in e.g. Argentina and Uruguay.

And perhaps the support for Brazil is something to do with the beauty and diversity of the country itself, a place that most people will never visit and can only dream about. Such dreams are based on ludicrously romantic images such as the Christ the Redeemer statue towering over Rio de Janeiro or the deep sun-soaked Amazonian jungle and river, not to mention the Amazonian beauties frequently lingered on by lascivious cameramen when panning over the crowds of fun-loving, high-on-life, samba-dancing Brazilian football supporters.











Christ the Redeemer statue, Rio de Janeiro










Brazilian fans




A philatelic representation of Brazil and its flag


And whatever about the pulling power of their fun-loving fans, you can never underestimate the pulling power of a good football kit and surely Brazil’s kit is among the most iconic in all of world sport, not just football. Incidentally, the kit was designed by then 19 year old writer and illustrator Aldyr Schlee in 1953 and it replaced the previous strip of all white with blue trim that had one of its last and certainly most infamous outings in the last game (and effectively the final) of the 1950 World Cup in the Maracanã Stadium in Rio de Janeiro, where Brazil had a surprise loss to Uruguay. Such was the national heartbreak after the so called Maracanaço (translates as ‘the Agony of Maracanã) that a new more ‘patriotic’ kit was called for, incorporating the colours of the Brazilian flag and Schlee’s winning entry came to be known as the camisa canarinho, with reference to that canary yellow jersey.



World Cup 1986 – the Tipperary boys for Brazil

The first World Cup that I was old enough to really get into was Mexico 1986 and even though Brazil had not won a World Cup since 1970, most of my school friends and I supported them, without question. Along with the reasons for Brazilian fandom already outlined, they had a team of particularly gifted players in 1986, with the usual cool single-word names such as Zico, Josimar and, the coolest of the cool, Socrates.















Socrates - Brazilian midfielder, medical doctor and, possibly, the coolest man who ever lived


And, unconsciously at least, we may have had another very specific reason for our Brazilian fandom that related to our beloved and then chronically underachieving Tipperary hurling team. Brazil’s World Cup success of 1970 (also in Mexico) had come just a year before Tipperary’s last All-Ireland success in 1971, and a few years before any of us had been born. So while our parents and grandparents had almost come to take for granted the dominance of Tipperary hurling in the 1950s and 1960s, we had yet to see an All-Ireland win. And we were reared on tales of hurling legends such as Jimmy Doyle, Donie Nealon, John 'Mackey' McKenna and Babs Keating. But we had never seen Tipperary success and those legends were as distant to us as were the tales of Pelé's three World Cup winning Brazilian teams in 1958, 1962 and 1970. So maybe we were drawn to Brazil because in 1986 they were sleeping giants of the game, just like the Tipperary hurlers, not to mention the colour comparisons between the camiso canarinho kit and Tipperary’s blue and gold.



Tipperary senior hurling captain Seamus Callanan, wearing the camiso Tipperary














1965 All-Ireland hurling final programme - Tipperary would win their 4th final in 5 years


Ultimately, Tipperary would not win their first All-Ireland title in my lifetime until a few years after that 1986 World Cup, in 1989. And Brazil crashed out of the 1986 World Cup after a penalty shootout defeat to France in the quarter final and they would not win their first World Cup in my lifetime until a full eight years later, in 1994. But by then, there was something different about Brazil. They didn’t seem to play with the same flair and nonchalance of the 1986 team (that nonchalance summed up perfectly by the two step penalty technique of Socrates, too cool to take a proper run up to the ball and ultimately costing Brazil in that penalty shootout). So to me there was very little linking the team and style of play that we saw in 1994 in comparison to the very ‘Brazilian’ team of 1986. And that Brazilian team of 1986 was perhaps the last true Brazilian team, because they had a definite connection in terms of style with the 1970 team, who had won the last World Cup to be held in Mexico.



The Panini sticker album for the 1986 World Cup





And the highly valuable Panini sticker of the Brazilian crest


 

Why everyone loves Brazil - the 47 second answer

And after all that earlier theorizing, I will leave you with a 47 second clip that, in my opinion, encapsulates the beauty of Brazilian football and why so many neutral football fans actually support them.

This move has been and continues to be replicated endlessly (and mainly badly) by children and adults on playgrounds, streets, backyards and football pitches all over the world, now a half century since its inception.

The clip shows Brazil’s 4th goal in their 4-1 hammering of Italy in the 1970 World Cup final, in a match played exactly half a century ago today.

There are so many words that can be spoken and written about this brief clip, in terms of the actual football and in terms of the time and place. The world often seems a more innocent, peaceful and happy place when we look at events from a few years before our birth. For example, work had just started on building the ill-fated Twin Towers in New York in 1970 and the moon landing of the previous July was still fresh in everyone's mind. 

And on Friday I spoke to an older friend of mine about the game. Now retired after (according to himself) an exemplary career as one of Ireland's leading Psychiatrists, the excitement in his voice was evident as he recalled watching the 1970 World Cup final as a teenager on television in his parents' home.

Played at altitude and bang in the middle of summer, many of the players look tired in these latter minutes of the game. A few of them have their socks down, something that football health and safety would not now allow. And while every player on the field was a highly talented professional, they seem to play with the spontaneity and abandon of a group of children intent on just having a go.


The move...

Pelé makes an early appearance in the move in the Brazilian half, and then we see the socks-down Clodaldo beating four tired Italians and effectively starting the attack. Then there’s the long and perfect pass from Rivelino down the wing to Jairzinho who takes the ball and almost reluctantly injects some pace to move across the pitch and find Pelé again, who has ghosted forward to the edge of the Italian penalty area. And then there’s Pelé's second contribution, the fulcrum of the whole move. You will note that he takes the ball and touches it four times, the fourth touch being a lazy-looking but telepathically choreographed stroke out to Carlos Alberto and arguably the coolest pass in the history of football. 

And then Pelé walks on slowly, not bothering to do what all young forwards are told to do and look alert for a save or rebound. Instead, he just looks like he knows exactly what’s going to happen. Carlos Alberto connects with Pelé's rolled pass and unleashes a perfectly struck bullet into the net, followed by the ear-splitting crackling of an ecstatic crowd. In all, eight Brazilian players were involved in the move. There was a subsequent pitch invasion at the final whistle and Brazil, having won the World Cup for the third time, was given to Jules Rimet World Cup to keep forever.



Carlos Alberto gets the Jules Rimet Trophy for Brazil, for keeps


And finally, the clip...


Such is its mesmeric quality, I doubt you will be able to watch this clip just once, and I suspect you will hit the repeat button more than a few times, because this is peak Brazil - and it’s why I love them.

Enjoy.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M5HbmeNKino



 
















Saturday, June 20, 2020

Safety - the third part of the Kevin Lally MMA trilogy



Kevin Lally finishes up his wonderful MMA trilogy of blogs today with a quite 'sciencey' look at safety issues in MMA and comparisons to other sports. Here are the links to his first two MMA blogs:

Blog 1: https://sportyman2020.blogspot.com/2020/06/mixed-martial-arts-origins.html

Blog 2: https://sportyman2020.blogspot.com/2020/06/mma-in-ireland-tale-of-tragedy-and.html

And you can follow the polymathic Dr. Lally on Twitter @kevinly

So many thanks again Kevin and it's over to you...


MMA Safety

Deaths in MMA are rare and are less numerous than boxing deaths. While there are a much larger range of techniques used in MMA (punches, kicks, grappling techniques etc.) the number of significant head strikes landed during a bout per minute is less than that of professional boxing. However, boxing has two very different codes, professional and amateur. While the essential rules are the same, glove size, number of rounds and the threshold to end the fight due to trauma differ.

While the rule-set in Professional MMA has finally been agreed (https://www.ufc.com/unified-rules-mixed-martial-arts) what exactly constitutes amateur and what is professional or semi-professional is unclear. Is it merely the presence of payment? The expectations from the audience? Based on experience of the competitors? Bernard Dunne, an Irish former WBA Super Bantam weight champion reports he had over 100 amateur boxing bouts before his pro-boxing debut. It would be a struggle to find a professional MMA fighter with more than 10 amateur bouts. I could not find the amateur MMA record for either Charlie Ward or Joao Carvalho, the two fighters involved in the tragic circumstances resulting in Joao’s death but Joao had only been competing in the sport professionally for a year. 

Most Dangerous Sports?

It is difficult to track the exact incidence of death during sport. Some organisations only report deaths that occurring during a formal competition rather than in training or informal competition. This opinion piece in the BMJ alludes to some global death rates: (https://www.bmj.com/content/352/bmj.i389.full)

·         horseracing (128/100,000 participants a year),

·         parachuting (126)

·         mountaineering (51)

·         professional boxing (7.6)

·         motorcycle racing (7)

·         amateur boxing (1.39)

Unfortunately, MMA is not included here and how exactly the rates are calculated are not described. However, when it comes to mortality rates, we can see that high velocity and high impact sports are inherently the most dangerous. Horse racing, motorsport and downhill skiing are all associated with deadly injuries.

BASE (building, antenna, span, earth) jumping is an extreme sport which involves a person jumping from a height and gliding with aid of a parachute to the ground. There were 9 fatal injuries in a 10 year period from one particular jumping site in Norway (reported here https://pubmed.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/17495709/)

 


Between Jan 1, 2000 and May 31, 2010 there were 42 confirmed deaths internationally  during Marathon competition running from myocardial infarction.

There have been 16 confirmed deaths resulting from MMA bouts since 2001 to now (a longer period). However, we must take into account there have been at least 2 million marathon runners in the period study so the proportion of deaths is much lower. The reference is Wikipedia https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fatalities_in_mixed_martial_arts_contests. You could also look at it from the perspective of injury per unit time experiencing the sport, so a Marathon can go on for hours while an MMA fight might be over in 6 seconds.

Taking other injury into account, the relative risks of combat sports rise in comparison to other sports.



The incidence of injury is high in combat sports. However, it is worth distinguishing between significant head injury e.g. concussion and superficial or minor injuries like sprained toes.




From ‘The Epidemiology of Injuries in Mixed Martial Arts, A Systematic Review and Meta-analysis we can see that injuries in MMA are focused more on head and neck zones of the body with concussion accounting for many injuries.

Role of Intent

A frequent rebuttal to the above is that unlike boxing and MMA, the purpose of horseracing or marathon running is not to harm your competitor. This is a legitimate consideration that while other sports have much higher death rates there is no intent to harm. While the intent in combat sports is purely sporting the acts of hitting your opponent are intentional and deliberate.

Non-traumatic injuries

For sake of completion it is worth mentioning that some of the harms associated with MMA and boxing are secondary to weight-cutting practices. Weight cutting is distinct from focused weight loss. In focused weight loss an athlete may go through a strict diet and rigorous training regime to lose body and increase muscle mass over a period of weeks to months. Think Rocky Balboa and his raw eggs and brutal training montage. Weight cutting on the other hand is the sudden drop of water weight by rapid dehydration. Over a period of 2-72 hours an athlete will manipulate their body water content to drop their body weight to meet an entry criterion. They achieve this by many different methods including wearing sweat suits, using saunas and taking salt-baths. Wrestling, MMA, boxing and horse racing are common sports with strict weight classes. Once the weigh-in has been made the athletes do their best to replenish water and energy stores. Acute kidney injury and rhabdomyolysis (severe muscle breakdown) have been reported. There is a suggestion that weight cutting leads to a decrease in brain volume and an increase in brain injury following sporting contest however there is a confounder of dehydration leading to reduced cognitive performance skewing the results. https://pubmed.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/17495709/

Regulation

We can safely acknowledge that MMA is not to everyone’s tastes. In a similar fashion, golf would not be to everyone’s taste but there are less calls for banning and prohibition. However, the risk associated with MMA, while comparable with professional boxing are substantial. From the point of view of individual autonomy, you must argue that competitors once adequately informed of the risk are entitled to participate. What’s left then for society to decide? Regulation?

While everyone agrees that sports like MMA must be made as safe as possible there is huge disagreement on exactly what changes must be made and which governing body will be empowered to regulate. The history of martial arts is rampant with corruption and stories of demise at the expense of bureaucracy. The absence of a robust evidence base for MMA safety is problematic. In the absence of this evidence base, most MMA organisations continue to draw from the experience of boxing to draft changes for MMA legislation.

A clearer distinction between amateur and professional MMA is desirable. Shorter fights, lower thresholds to stop for injury, protective equipment and fair match making will likely help. There will always be a place for prize fighting, but high stakes events must come with proportional rewards. A sensible national governing body that works under the auspices of Sport Ireland ran in democratic fashion will likely expedite improvements. The reality is MMA has become mainstream and attempts at prohibition will likely be counterproductive from a harm-reduction standpoint.

Regulation in Ireland

In many ways Ireland is ahead of the curve. The Irish Amateur Pankration Association was relabelled as the Irish MMA association with their own website http://mmaireland.ie/. Their stated goal is “to achieve National Governing Body status and recognition of MMA as a legitimate sport, suitable for all ages and levels of ability.”

They are affiliated with the international Federation of MMA  https://immaf.org/ with a view to regulating “elite amateur MMA”.

Safe MMA (https://safemma.org/about/ )is a medical charity  “set up for the public benefit of protecting the health and safety of mixed martial arts competitors in the UK & Ireland”. They have many recommendations and stipulations for competitors listed on their website, including regular MRI brain scans for professional fighters and once-off MRA brain scans to check for structural abnormalities.

Ultimately the sport of MMA is here to stay in both the context of a sporting hobby for amateurs and a potential career for professionals. Regulation will be required at all levels that is backed up by evidence-based sensible health and safety systems.