The Pleasures of Underachievement

Raymond Domenech and the Irish

2009-11-07T17:15:00.003+01:00

Reading in France Football today, I learned that French manager Raymond Domenech made his debut as a player for the national side against none other than Ireland. It was a World Cup qualifier at the Parc des Princes on 19th of May 1973. The match ended 1-1 and both sides failed to qualify for West Germany, the Soviet Union going through. The 21-year-old Domenech was given a torrid time by Miah Dennehy, of all people, though Raymond did get one strike on target late in the game. Ireland manager of the day Liam Tuohy wasn't too impressed, asking L'Équipe, 'was your number 2 picked just to give his best?' What are the chances of Raymond ending his international career against the same opposition he started it against?

French Acting a Bit Irish

2009-11-05T17:49:00.002+01:00

The estimable French football magazine So Foot tells me that the French Football Federation, sore at their Irish counterpart doing their own deal with M6, a French TV chain not partnered with the FFF, for the Dublin play-off game, are getting their revenge. They are demanding a minimum €1.5million for the rights from RTÉ (and I presume, TV3, if they're up for it) for the rights to broadcast the second-leg on November 18th. The offer tabled from the Irish side runs to only €600,000. I expect a deal will be hammered out in some fashion in the next couple of weeks but the behaviour of the French is shabby, to say the least. The amount offered by RTÉ is a little more than 10% of that demanded of M6 (the same amount, incidentally, that French broadcaster TF1 pays the FFF for every home match), perfectly fair considering the Irish TV market is approximately 5.5% that of the French one. I can understand how the French Federation were keen to avoid too many Irish fans seeing the match in the flesh on the 18th of November, but are they really determined to prevent them watching it back home too? Here's hoping they get their comeuppance and they'll be forced to undertake sponsorship tours to China next June to drum up revenue.

Yadda Yadda Yadda

2009-11-05T17:27:00.003+01:00

I'm of the opinion, like many others, that those at the very top of the football-playing pyramid get paid rather obscenely inflated salaries. And, even if one can defend them on a market-based rationale, as folk like Simon Kuper and Joseph Stiglitz have done, one might expect the well-paid players to at least contribute their fair share in tax. Such is the thinking of the French government, which intends at the end of the season to do away with tax breaks tied to collective image rights, which limits greatly the amount of tax paid by wealthy footballers, basketball players and rugby players in France. The Spanish government has already moved to plug similar tax gaps, unsurprisingly given the shocking rise to 18% unemployment the country has experienced in the past year.

Of course, football clubs are up in arms about it, particularly as hefty salaries being paid by the big clubs are finally making French teams a force to be reckoned with in Europe, with Bordeaux and Lyon both qualified for the second-round of the Champions' League after four games and Marseille are still in with a chance of progressing. Secretary of State for Sport, Rama Yade has voiced her opposition to the measure, backing the clubs up saying it will make French clubs less competitive. Considering her immediate superior Roselyne Bachelot supports the move, it's not a smart move. And it's one that the young Yade made out of enthusiasm for her portfolio (I've read a number of interviews with her in the sporting press recently and she is rather to eager to please) rather than out of any strong point of principle. But she is bound to pay for her gaffe; Sarkozy has had it in for her ever since she refused to stand for the European elections. The junior sports portfolio was widely considered punishment and now even that is likely to be taken away from her. Le Monde says her days in Sarkozy's UMP are numbered, but it seems that the Socialist Party will intervene to save her from the dogs once she is thrown to them. The PS say they will put her at the top of the list in Hauts-de-Seine for next year's regional elections. I presume she would have to soften her opposition to tax cuts for millionaires first.

A French Paradox

2009-11-05T16:54:00.001+01:00

Following on the controversy over the Toronto International Film Festival's showcasing Tel-Aviv a couple of months back, the roadshow moves on to Paris. Le Forum des Halles, the excellent municipal-run cinemathèque in the Les Halles shopping centre is hosting 'Tel-Aviv : le paradoxe', a season of films set and filmed in the Israeli city, which celebrates its centenary this year. The season, which started yesterday and runs until the 25th of November, contains a far wider range of films than were shown in Toronto, both contemporary and from the past, such as Ephraim Kishon's Arvinka (1967) and Avi Nesher's Dizengoff 99 (1979). Unlike Toronto it also looks likely to be a more self-critical look at the city (the title alone suggests that) with prominent leftist filmmakers Eytan Fox, Amos Gitaï and Ronit Elkabetz among others appearing as guests, a series of debates on Tel-Aviv's bubble-like status as a tolerant liberal haven strangely free of an Arab population, and there's even place for Hany Abu-Assad's Oscar-winning Palestinian film Paradise Now, which tells of two Palestinians' attempt at a suicide bombing in the city.

But not everyone's happy. There's nothing like the brouhaha that followed John Greyson's protest at Toronto, but prominent pro-Palestinian activist Michèle Sibony (who, for what it matters, is herself Jewish) has written a letter to the cinema directors decrying the decision to showcase Tel-Aviv only ten months after the murderous Gaza invasion. Her letter goes a bit like this:

"You have entitled your homage "Tel-Aviv - the paradox, wishing, no doubt to suggest an ambivalence or a certain ambiguity. Tel-Aviv is not a paradox, it is rather proof: a 'Capital of Segregation and Apartheid'. Constructed on the expulsion and destruction of Palestinian villages, it has completely rid itself of any Palestinian presence since the so-called 'Oslo peace process'. The bubble, as it likes to call it, is a city as white as Cape Town was during the Apartheid years."

Even for those of us sympathetic to the Palestinian cause it's a drearily familiar tread through the verbiage of official letter-writing. Not that Michèle Sibony isn't entitled to her stance but it is curious that the season has failed to stimulate much protest beyond this, and Paris is certainly not lacking militants for the Palestinian cause. Is it the Parisian cinephilia that allows one to dissassociate unpleasant acts and behaviour from enjoyment of good films, or do most people see the season as being far from a whitewash of Tel-Aviv? I suspect it might be the latter. As for myself, I'll be staying away, less out of conviction, than simply due to the fact I have seen most of the contemporary films showing, including Raphaël Nadjari's excellent Avanim, Ronit and Shlomi Elkabetz's To Take a Wife and Fox's Walk on Water. I have films to watch elsewhere, not to mention fences to tend to before sitting on.

Tickets, please...

2009-10-30T13:22:00.001+01:00

The first 49,000 tickets for the Ireland-France playoff second leg in the Stade de France sold out in hours last week, quicker than I expected. French football fans may have been heeding Raymond Domenech's call not to allow Irish fans to pack out the Stade de France, as they did five years ago (though the number then was no way 45,000, as L'Équipe and some other French media have reported). But it may well be possible that the tickets were being snapped up by opportunists to ultimately pass on to Irish fans for a handsome profit. Almost every Irish person (or even internationals supporting Ireland) I know bought the maximum four tickets. Whether this translates into a heavy Irish presence is unclear, as the French Football Federation appears resolute that the FAI's official allocation will remain at the minimum 8,500. There are 20,000 others reserved for football bodies within France and commercial partners - I noticed tickets being offered though my own place of work - and it's safe to say that some of these will end up in Irish hands too.

Speaking of opportunists one chap who arrived at Leclerc (a supermarket) in Val-de-Marne on his day off from said shop and produced a list of 80 'friends' whom he bought tickets for, ahead of everyone else in the queue. A disgruntled punter caught it on film (though it has since been taken down) and the french blogosphere is indignant. One wonders where his friends are going to be on the night of the 18th of November.

As for myself, what I previously thought was a non-negotiable work day turned out to be more flexible so I will be in the stands on the night, accompanied by a recalitrant Canadian who is insisting on supporting France. I'll get my revenge during the ice hockey at next year's Winter Olympics.

The Death of Gearóid Walsh

2009-10-30T09:09:00.001+01:00

Sad news yesterday on the death of Irish backpacker Gearóid Walsh in Sydney following a late-night fight. But this report from the Sydney Morning Herald is humbling in how it shows the forgiveness and complete lack of bitterness of Gearóid's mother Tressa, who says she doesn't want her son's killer to go to prison. While it was clearly not an attack of such viciousness as often makes the news, the calm of Tressa Walsh in reacting to such a tragedy is admirable. The SMH reports a man has turned himself into police; I don't know if Australian law takes into account pleas for clemency but it would be best for all if Tressa Walsh's words were heeded.

Irish backpacker bashed in Coogee dies | Gearoid Walsh | I don't want my son's attacker to go to jail, says mother of dead backpacker

So It's France...

2009-10-20T16:56:00.005+02:00

I had a premonition we were going to end up playing France in the play-off for a World Cup final spot. I can't say I'm too disappointed with it either, even though an open draw for the play-offs would have been infinitely fairer, but FIFA just couldn't countenance big names (and big TV audiences) missing out on the finals. To expect fairness from the corrupt suits in Zurich would be akin to expecting a Catholic Church float at Gay Pride so we'll just have to live with that. By most reckoning Russia would have been far worse what with playing in Moscow in November, on a plastic pitch, against a side that is significantly fitter and more motivated than most others in Europe right now. I think Portugal and Greece would have been well within our reach but I could see the latter being the sort of team capable of bogging us down and taking the sharpness off the big-game appetite. A needle match with France is all the better.

And if France, their current disarray notwithstanding, might be a formidable opponent for us, they didn't want to get us either. They have unbeaten records against Ukraine, Slovenia and Bosnia and would have preferred either of them. Of those three only Ukraine would be a real threat, and even then they are temperamental in the extreme. Bosnia are an exciting up-and-coming team but the fact they could only take one point off Spain and Turkey, the two big teams in their group, shows they are not really up to this level just yet. Before the draw was made L'Équipe said Ireland was the team to avoid, above all with a return leg in Dublin. Well, they got the consolation prize of the second leg in the Stade de France. Irish fans who have watched the mind-numbingly poor performances of Trap's boys in green so far will be bewildered at this wariness. But France have been equally poor in a group that was arguably worse than ours. Only recently, with the supposed mutiny led by Thierry Henry have they gelled and begun to play with something approaching a team spirit. That said one can only describe their draw away to Serbia as an impressive performance. That Karim Benzema could say he wasn't trying his hardest in the home draw against Romania suggests there's a long way to go to building a talented bunch in players into a footballing machine to be really feared. And most French football commentators and fans were not exposed to our performances in a mediocre group where we failed to beat anyone but Georgia and Cyprus. They just see the two draws with Italy, two games in which we acquitted ourselves well but could also have done better in. They are also fully aware that in Trapattoni, we are blessed with a manager who towers above their own hapless steward Raymond Domenech.

That said, it would be a silly fantasy to think that France are quaking in their boots at the prospect of a two-legged tie against Ireland. Overall they have the better players, and if Yohann Gourcuff and Jérémie Toulalan are both fit, a central midfield that could put worrying pressure on our own central formation. Much will depend on whether Thierry Henry goes into hiding for a big game (as he did in the Stade de France in October 2004) or delivers the goods (as he did a year later at Lansdowne). André-Pierre Gignac has scored four goals in his first eight internationals but three of those were against the Faroe Islands; there's no guarantee yet he won't turn out to be another Stéphane Guivarc'h, handy in Ligue 1 but out of his depth elsewhere. At the back France are not as solid as they were when they beat us four years ago (the real matchwinner that night was Lilian Thuram whose superb second-half performance calmed nerves after a first period when it looked the game was going Ireland's way) and they have an alarming tendency to concede goals from dead-ball situations. Which suits us fine, as we find it hard to score any other way. Richard Dunne's recent proflicness from corners and free kicks in particular has already been mentioned by the French press. In between the posts, Hugo Lloris and Steve Mandanda have been far from reassuring in recent matches for the national team or Lyon and Marseille respectively, and we can definitely put pressure on them.

The two ties are unlikely to yield many goals and Ireland's prospects rest on our level of organisation. After the catastrophic Staunton era, many gaps have been plugged but we still have a tendency to lapses in concentration at the wrong time. Far too many of the eight goals we conceded in the group matches came from unforced errors. Likewise, the two Italy games aside, there was little imagination in our forward play. We have to accept that, in the absence of Steve Finnan, we have no fullback really capable of outstripping on the flanks, and the centre of the field lacks an industrial pivot such as Steven Reid or the assertiveness of Stephen Ireland. At this point of the tournament, Trap's sidelining of Andy Reid, who had a fine game in our last meeting with France, looks ever more foolish. What goals we do score are likely to come from set-plays and if we do manage to put France on the back-foot it will probably be while chasing a lead.

Raymond Domenech, one of the least popular men in France these days, has riled the Irish by allegedly calling Ireland "a sort of England B-team", or so the Examiner reports. I've read the original French interview though and he said Ireland are 'Angleterre bis' which means rather a fascimile or replica of England; if anything it's a compliment more than anything else. But Domenech showed in the run-up to the Lansdowne match four years ago that he was a man of little or no class, and he will undoubtedly intentionally provoke the Irish before the 14th of November. Which is of course all the better for us. He is also worried that Ireland will hog the tickets at the Stade de France and make it effectively a home game for the Irish and he called on French supporters to snap them up quick. Thankfully French football fans are not too keen on indulging Mr Domenech. Irish fans should have no problem getting their hands on tickets when they come free, either via the French Football Federation or FNAC. Unfortunately non-negotiable work commitments mean I can't make the Paris game but I will thankfully be able to keep a close eye on it.

Domenech also has some previous with Marco Tardelli. Both men faced off as managers of Italy and France in an under-21 match in 1999 that was also a qualifier for the Sydney Olympics. It was a bad-tempered return leg, won by the Italians, and Domenech has since claimed that the Italians bought the referee, for which he was admonished by FIFA in 2007. Tardelli was asked in today's L'Équipe if he would shake Domenech's Hand; he replied coyly, 'he's not my opposite number, it's Trapattoni that shakes the hand of the opposing manager.' And there's me worried about FIFA encouraging a referee in the second leg to ease France's passage to South Africa.

Working Class Heroes on Film

2009-09-26T16:34:00.002+02:00

In an era where any old fool can film something and post it on YouTube, it's a real pleasure to discover this week two hidden pearls from a time when home movies weren't quite so ubiquitous and which, even better, show us glimpses of people from before they became world famous. The short bit of film below shows us Phil Lynott and Brian Downey, later the rhythm section of Thin Lizzy, wandering the streets of Crumlin in 1969, with their band of the time, The Black Eagles. The quality of the film isn't great and neither is the framing and, not surprisingly there's no audio (The Yardbirds' 'Heartful of Soul' provides the soundtrack) but the film is mesmerisingly candid for all the selfconscious posing of the budding rock stars. There's a thrill to seeing any footage of the past in which you recognise things and the old 1940s council houses that flicker into view in the background are familiar to people all over Ireland, we can still see their likes in Limerick, Cork, Sligo, Athlone, Dundalk today, many of them now gentrified out of the price range of the working class that originally inhabited them. But most of all this is about Lynott and his stardom that was to come, the youngster who was to become Dublin's first ever rock star and the first black Irishman of world renown; as Conor McCabe put it in a fine post on Lizzy on Dublin Opinion last year, Lynott

is Dublin. The city seeped from him, from everything he did, from the way he moved and talked and looked. It’s hard to think of Phil Lynott coming from anywhere else but Dublin, and even at that, from anywhere else but a Dublin corporation estate. The city was such a part of him, and him of it.

And this gem of a clip is a great counterpart to the video for 'Old Town' that Philo recorded later in life, before his tragically early death in January 1986. Both remind me of the eerie thrill that befalls the sailor in Kipling's great short story 'Mrs. Bathurst' on his first encounter with the new-fangled thing called the cinematograph.

And the YouTube user MsRiposte, who it seems was a family friend of Phil, has also provided us with footage of Philo playing with Skid Row, including Brush Shiels and Gary Moore, the same year.

A huge thank you to Ms Riposte for sharing these with the world. They are absolute gold. And thanks to Philo's fellow Crumlin man and another great musician, Richie Egan of Jape for spreading word of them on his Twitter feed.

Chapeau #2

2009-09-23T14:21:00.003+02:00

Another good break for friends of mine this week. My friends Chris, Alex and Dave opened the doors of their bar/restaurant Chair de Poule* in the 11th arrondissement of Paris. It's a small but charming place that intends to serve food at the bistro end of nouvelle cuisine (food's still a few weeks off) and knowing Chris' pedigree as a farm-to-plate type of chef, having worked in several countries, the food will be nothing short of top class. The place is located on the corner of rue St-Maur and rue des Trois Bornes, in an area with no shortage of lively bars, cafés and restaurants for a good night all round. There's a website too under construction. You'll be hearing more of this in the months to come.

Chair de Poule, 141, rue St-Maur, 75011 Paris. Métro Parmentier/Goncourt Tel: 01.43.38.89.06

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*The name means literally 'chicken flesh' in French, but idiomatically, it's closer to 'goose flesh'.

Chapeau #1

2009-09-23T14:06:00.003+02:00

Enormous news from New York Monday night where my friend of many years (and former colleague in more than one job) Tim Grucza received the Emmy for Outstanding Achievement in Cinematography in the field of Documentary. The award was for his work on the PBS Frontline film The War Briefing, which was made last year. I've known Tim for almost as long as I've been in France and he has spent that time and longer enduring discomfort and sometimes danger covering the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan but also working in other parts of the world such as Chad, Nigeria and Georgia. His work has always been top class and the Emmy is the result of years of trevelyan work and sacrifice. It's not the first award Tim has received for his efforts but it's certainly the most prestigious, and it will not be the last either. Tim has another, self-directed, film on Afghanistan in the pipeline, due to be released in the New Year. Below is an excerpt from The War Briefing and the entire film can be watched online on the PBS website. Bravo Tim. Now it's time to update that Wikipedia page.

The Rehabilitation of Raymond Domenech, by Catherine Ringer

2009-09-22T13:34:00.004+02:00

Raymond Domenech is once again an embattled man forced to put on a brave face as the players under his command mutiny and succeed in undoing the damage he has inflicted on the French national team over the past five years. It happened once before in the 2006 World Cup when Zinedine Zidane, Fabien Barthez and Claude Makelele generated a team spirit and fluidity previously absent under Domenech. And now Thierry Henry has decided to take matters into his own hands and the approach has produced two good performances in recent qualifiers against Romania and Serbia. It will probably allow France to progress to South Africa via the playoffs as they enjoy a resurgence of form and confidence.

Raymond is not the most popular of sports personalities in France, and his penchant for astrology, though not uncommon among the French, hardly serves to boost his credibility. But he now has an admirer from an unlikely quarter, Catherine Ringer, former lead singer of classic 80s band Les Rita Mitsouko. She has just released, free to download on her website, a track entitled 'Je kiffe Raymond' ('I love Raymond' in the slang of the era). It goes as follows: "Je kiffe Raymond !/ Trop beau ce mec/ Ouais, son style, son nom/ Il est impec ce Domenech/ J’aime son image, sa stature de vieux crampon/ De son ramage, ouais je monte à l’action.." (Rather ungainily translated: "I love Raymond!/What a looker/Yeah, his style, his name/He's the tops this Domenenech/I love his image, his clinginess [an untranslatable pun on 'crampon', meaning both football boots and leech]/At his command, I leap into action.")

The mind boggles like never before. One wonders who's going to benefit most from this strange project. But maybe Catherine, who started off as an actress in films that one might diplomatically call 'exotic', detects in Domenech a certain outré raciness from another era. Certainly the moustache he sported during Strasbourg's championship-winning season in 1979 wouldn't be out of place in some of Ms Ringer's early work.

Catherine Ringer - Je kiffe Raymond

"They are just writers, no matter how great."

2009-09-19T11:03:00.002+02:00

A quote, unsourced alas, from the great Liam O'Flaherty I read last night:

There are some writers whom one immediately recognises, bookish fellows whose drawing-room civilisation obtrudes unpleasantly on the senses. They are just writers, no matter how great. But there are others who are great men, because they are men and who write because chance turns their energies towards writing as a means of creation. These are the men I love. Out of their speech, out of their eyes, out of the movements of their bodies, joyousness and exuberance flow and they make you feel it is good to be alive.

I'm sure O'Flaherty, a progressive fellow, would have intended women writers to be included in that equation too. That oversight aside, it's as good an observation on the whole writing thing as one could wish.

Distorting the Anti-Israel Protests in Toronto

2009-09-17T19:48:00.007+02:00

John Greyson's entirely reasonable decision to protest the Toronto International Film Festival's City-to-City spotlight on Tel-Aviv (and the supporting letter from a group of activists, artists and intellectuals such as Naomi Klein, Jane Fonda and Slavoj Zizek) has been predictably distorted and misrepresented by Israel's backers. Greyson cites the war in Gaza (for which both Hamas and Israel were criticised for human rights abuses by the UN this week), the continuation of a long-established apartheid-style policy in the Occupied Territories as reason for his reluctance to allow his film 'Covered' to be shown at a festival which turns a blind eye to the reality of Israel's outrageous flouting of decency and international law:

To my mind, this isn't the right year to celebrate Brand Israel, or to demonstrate an ostrich-like
indifference to the realities (cinematic and otherwise) of the region, or to pointedly ignore the international
economic boycott campaign against Israel. Launched by Palestinian NGO's in 2005, and since joined by
thousands inside and outside Israel, the campaign is seen as the last hope for forcing Israel to comply with
international law. By ignoring this boycott, TIFF has emphatically taken sides -- and in the process, forced
every filmmaker and audience member who opposes the occupation to cross a type of picket line.

The follow-up collective letter to the TIFF protests the spotlight also, correctly pointing out the uncomfortable fissure between a city such as Tel Aviv, that admittedly has its admirable qualities, and the grim reality of Israeli state policy:

The emphasis on 'diversity' in City to City is empty given the absence of Palestinian filmmakers in the program. Furthermore, what this description does not say is that Tel Aviv is built on destroyed Palestinian villages, and that the city of Jaffa, Palestine’s main cultural hub until 1948, was annexed to Tel Aviv after the mass exiling of the Palestinian population. This program ignores the suffering of thousands of former residents and descendants of the Tel Aviv/Jaffa area who currently live in refugee camps in the Occupied Territories or who have been dispersed to other countries, including Canada. Looking at modern, sophisticated Tel Aviv without also considering the city’s past and the realities of Israeli occupation of the West Bank and the Gaza strip, would be like rhapsodizing about the beauty and elegant lifestyles in white-only Cape Town or Johannesburg during apartheid without acknowledging the corresponding black townships of Khayelitsha and Soweto.

Israel's supporters haven't been long making their voices heard: Marvin Hier of the Simon Wisenthal Center told a press conference that "Tel Aviv is one of the freest cities in the world, warts and all: a model city of diversity, freedom of expression and tolerance, for Arabs and Jews." He added: "It is the height of hypocrisy to single out Tel Aviv. These protesters cannot masquerade their hatred toward Israel." One need only point out the fact that the Tel Aviv distict population is comprised of only 2% Palestinian Arabs, a shockingly low number for a city built on razed Arab villages, to show Hier's model of diversity to be the nonsense it is.

Then a number of Hollywood Jews (their words, not mine) have signed a letter of counter-protest, employing some breathtaking hyperbole to denounce the anti-Israel protest as 'a blacklist', saying that "Blacklisting them [Israeli films] only stifles the exchange of cultural knowledge that artists should be the first to defend and protect. Those who refuse to see these films for themselves or prevent them from being seen by others are violating a cherished right shared by Canada and all democratic countries."

Let's go back to what Greyson said in his letter (my emphasis):

Let's be clear: my protest isn't against the films or filmmakers you've chosen. I've seen brilliant
works of Israeli and Palestinian cinema at past TIFFs, and will again in coming years. My protest is against
the Spotlight itself, and the smug business-as-usual aura it promotes of a "vibrant metropolis [and] dynamic
young city... commemorating its centennial", seemingly untroubled by other anniversaries, such as the 42nd
anniversary of the occupation. Isn't such an uncritical celebration of Tel Aviv right now akin to celebrating
Montgomery buses in 1963, California grapes in 1969, Chilean wines in 1973, Nestles infant formula in
1984, or South African fruit in 1991?

and the collective letter of support (my emphasis once again):

We do not protest the individual Israeli filmmakers included in City to City, nor do we in any way suggest that Israeli films should be unwelcome at TIFF. However, especially in the wake of this year’s brutal assault on Gaza, we object to the use of such an important international festival in staging a propaganda campaign on behalf of what South African Archbishop Desmond Tutu, former U.S. President Jimmy Carter, and UN General Assembly President Miguel d’Escoto Brockmann have all characterized as an apartheid regime.

Now, call me old-fashioned, but a diligent close reading of those two statements reveals to me no hatred of Israel or its film-makers but rather points out the iniquity of doing what is in effect propaganda work for the Israeli state. I don't blame the likes of David Cronenberg, Jerry Seinfeld or Minnie Driver for standing up for Israeli filmmakers and it's quite possible that their knowledge of the controversy was at best flimsy or distorted by the pre-drafted letter of protest they were asked to sign. One must also bear in mind that the majority of the signatories are American, and in much of the US, on the left as well as the right, criticism of Israel is routinely tarred as anti-semitism. But all those signatories should at the very least read the two letters as they were actually published. There is no hatred of Israel nor is there any overly-emotive chest-beating.

As regular readers of this blog will know, I'm a great admirer of recent Israeli cinema, particularly the films of Avi Mograbi, Ari Folman, Shlomi and Ronit Elkabetz, Eran Riklis, Raphaël Nedjari, Keren Yedaya and Eytan Fox. Films by some of them were screened in the TIFF. Israeli films deserve to be seen, not least because they sometimes offer an honest, objective account of Israeli society that is at odds with some of the brow-beating nationalism of right-wing Israelis and their Zionist supporters (Fox's The Bubble is, ironically, a clear-eyed account of Tel Aviv's shortcomings as a 'diverse city'). But Israel, or Tel Aviv, cannot be treated the same as other countries as long as its government continues to flout international law, proceed with policies that border on ethnic cleansing, while at the same time having the gall to accuse those who oppose illegal West Bank settlements of supporting the same. It is likewise disingenuous of an Israeli filmmaker such as Samuel Maoz to claim he might not have won the Golden Lion at Venice, as he did for his war film Lebanon, had Jane Fonda or any other signatories been on the jury. Israeli films get a fair crack of the whip in international film festivals and I know nobody who suggests that they should be boycotted or shunned. Ken Loach was accused of censoring Tali Shalom Ezer's Surrogate at the Edinburgh Film Festival last year when he called for a boycott. But his target was not Shalom Ezer or his film, but rather the fact that the organizers had accepted money from the Israeli government to pay for Shalom-Ezer’s travel costs.

It's true that boycotts of Israel, be they academic or cultural, should be applied with care and discretion (I have no qualms whatsoever about applying economic boycotts) and though they are supported by some on the Israeli left, such as Ilan Pappe and Neve Gordon, they are opposed by others such as Uri Avnery. It is also true that some of those who take a pro-Palestinian stance are motivated more by hatred of Israel than a sense of justice for Palestinians. But the calls of protest against the Toronto International Film Festival were nothing but measured and reasonable.

Update

All credit to Roger Ebert, who, having initially condemned the protest, revised his position when presented with more facts. He said

I'm writing this the day after first posting this entry. I now regret it. The point I make about artists is perfectly valid but I realize I wasn't prepared with enough facts about the events leading up to the Festival's decision to showcase Tel Aviv in the City-to-City section. I thought of it as an innocent goodwill gesture, but now realize it was part of a deliberate plan to "re-brand" Israel in Toronto, as a pilot for a larger such program. The Festival should never have agreed to be used like this.

It's a brave, honest retraction, and one which aims to please neither side of the debate. It also confirms my suspicions mentioned above that some of the Hollywood figures that signed the condemnation of the protest might not themselves have been fully aware of the situation. It all underlines the importance of getting information out to combat the hasbara lies. Even staunch supporters of Israel can view things clearly when they are provided with the truth.

Disco Infernal

2009-09-16T14:53:00.003+02:00

This is a film that has been and gone most places but I'll give it a mention because I wasn't on blog duty when it came out a few months back. Tony Manero is the tale of Raúl, a 52-year-old ne'er-do-well obsessed with Saturday Night Fever in the dark days of the military dictatorship in Chile in the late 70s. His dream is to appear in a TV talent contest as a John Travolta clone. So far, so-Full Monty. But Tony Manero is a far more scabrous, unobliging work, an ill-mannered riposte to the idea that popular culture (especially American pop culture) can provide redemption in the face of political repression. In this film, pop music is, at best a malign distraction from the evil within, at worst a vector for the rotten state of a country whose ruling élite has placed its consumer concerns above human ones. It reminds me of the lines parrotted by Pinochet supporters as the old bastard was held under house arrest in London ten years ago: "Before the General came to power, you couldn't even get blue jeans in Chile. He saved our country."

Apparently at its Cannes screening 18 months ago, several Hollywood studio executives left violently angry, incredulous anyone could envisage their product used for dark ends. Job well done, Pablo Larraín, whose second film this is. One of the films of 2009 so far.

Apologies for the lack of subtitles in the clip:

Joe Stiglitz on Sport and Bankers

2009-09-16T14:34:00.005+02:00

Joseph Stiglitz, writing as guest editor of Libération yesterday, on high-earning sports stars:

The salaries of sports stars, soccer in particular, don't bother me near as much as traders' bonuses do. A soccer player is like a singer. The best singer sells the most records, it's public demand that decides that. And for sport too, the public digs into its pockets to go see the best. It's not the same in the world of finance: traders' salaried are fixed by bankers who, to a certain extent, steal from the shareholders, who are the effective owners of the company. In finance, everyone thinks they're smarter than everyone else - it's completely irrational. And if you know you're not the very best, why measure yourself against the very best? In finance, the deal is: "If you only give a million, you only get one-third of my attention; if you want more than that, you pay me more." In sport, the stars are paid according to their competitiveness. What's more, they pay taxes. A trader, on the other hand, if he thinks himself underpaid, will take risks, and if things go bad, it's the taxpayer that pays.

I have a sneaky feeling Stiglitz isn't too bothered by sport and thus didn't give more than a cursory analysis. But none other than Simon Kuper expressed a similar opinion in his FT column a few months back. The truth about the public wanting to watch better quality is undeniable but I don't think a salary cap would be any harm in that it might take the pressure off small and medium clubs and make the game more competitive and prevent badly-run bigger clubs like Valencia going to the wall.

Michel Platini's laudable plans to give the champions of all European countries a fair chance to reach the Champion's League group stages have produced a number of minnows in this years opening round. Poor starts by FC Zurich, hammered 5-2 at home by Real Madrid, and Maccabi Haifa, beaten by Bayern Munich. But hats off to Cypriots Apoel Nicosia who came away from the Vicente Calderón with a priceless 0-0 draw against Atlético Madrid.

The Benefits of Sleep

2009-09-12T14:19:00.002+02:00

I fell asleep at the cinema last night. It may have been for ten or fifteen minutes, or maybe even for less but it was enough to disorient me and make me lose track of Christophe Honoré's new film Non, ma fille tu n'iras pas danser. I watched it till the end anyway and, to be fair, the plotting of the film is largely unremarkable and not a great deal happens in its 1 hour 45 minute running time. The film is essentially the tale of a 30-something mother of two Chiara Matroianni, who is undergoing a painful divorce with Jean-Marc Barr while negotiating the rest of her Breton family, most of whom seem unwecomely serence in this context.

I found the film at turns boring, watchable, enjoyable and funny. And it also made me slightly depressed (as I imagine it will do to quite a few thirtysomethings). While watching it I didn't think it amounted to much. Now, 18 hours later, every frame (except those in the lost quarter of an hour) is indelibly imprinted on my mind. It's a similar sensation to Proust or António Lobo Antunes, the force and the images of whose books rarely sink in while reading them but which insiduously take up camp in your mind and stay there for eternity.

It's Honoré's fourth film in as many years and there is a refreshing touch of the Nouvelle Vague about his freewheeling attitude to filmmaking and storytelling. It's also a further sign that French cinema at the moment, is very good indeed, probably at its strongest since the late 1970s. Honoré also deserves the respect of all for being a prominent opponent of Nicolas Sarkozy's Hadopi law, which aims to criminalise downloading, all in the name of 'protecting artists'. Honoré and his colleagues have disputed this blanket ventriloquism. Ever since day one of the downloading debate, the artists and musicians that have lined up on either side of the debate have mostly been distinguishable in terms of quality and talent. Once again, the genuinely talented do not want to punish their fans for being curious and spreading the word about their work.

The Colonel's Protection Racket

2009-09-11T18:23:00.003+02:00

Fred Halliday has a fine piece at Open Democracy about Libya on the 4th anniversary of Colonel Gaddafi's 'revolution' which led to the establishment of the Jamahiriya. Halliday's article is thorough and based on first-hand experience and a wide knowledge of the country. There's also an abundance of links and references that will inform most about this most secretive of Arab countries. Interesting asides tell us of Gaddafi's fondness for bestowing and removing names - he has Arabised the names of Western products from 7-Up to Johnny Walker (which brings us back to this).

Halliday is no admirer of Gadaffi nor an equivocator on his regime and its anti-imperialist rhetoric. His conclusion is apt, particularly so, in light of the probable innocence of Abdlebaset al-Megrahi for the Lockerbie bombing:

Libya is far from the most brutal regime in the world, or even the region: it has less blood on its hands than (for example) Sudan, Iraq, and Syria. But al-Jamahiriyah remains a grotesque entity. In its way it resembles a protection-racket run by a family group and its associates who wrested control of a state and its people by force and then ruled for forty years with no attempt to secure popular legitimation.

Libya’s regime at 40: a state of kleptocracy | open Democracy News Analysis

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UMP's 'Macaca Moment' Still Some Way Off

2009-09-11T17:57:00.005+02:00

Brice Hortefeux, Nicolas Sarkozy's former chief Immigrant Hunter, and the current Minister for the Interior, is the centre of a row surrounding a 'bit of slagging' he indulged in at the UMP université de l'été (a party-political version of the Irish 'summer school'). A young French-Arab party member, Amine Benalia-Brouch, is on the end of some ribbing by Hortefeux, who remarks approvingly that he 'eats pork and drinks beer' and doesn't 'correspond to the prototype.' At the end Hortefeux says "Il en faut toujours un. Quand il y en a un, ça va. C'est quand il y en a beaucoup qu'il y a des problèmes." ("You always need one. When there's one, it's fine. It's when there's a lot of them that there are problems.")

Facing calls for his resignation, Hortefeux says it's all a misunderstanding, saying that he was joking about Mr Benalis-Brouch's Auvergnat origins rather than his Arab ones. I can buy that, but Hortefeux's off-colour banter is still more Ann Winterton than Larry David, playing to the heaving, bullying mentality of the crowd surrounding him. There's an ugly air of hazing about the incident, even if Mr Benalia-Brouch says he wasn't at all offended. I'm sure he's experienced far worse in his 22 years and upon joining the UMP, he had surely resolved to put up with at least some of it. Not that that excuses Hortefeux's comments, which had more than a touch of Michael Steele's recent inept efforts to draw Black Americans to the Republican Party. Hortefeux's remarks are more xenophobic than racist but they prove what most of us knew when Sarkozy was on the verge of getting elected: that the rise of a Sarkozy-UMP government would lead to the decomissioning and sidelining of Jean Marie Le Pen and the Front National, but not the defeat of the Frontiste credo. The central tenet of Front National thinking, that Arabs, Muslims and Africans have no place in France has its echo in the current government. Forget about Rama Yade, Rachida Dati, Fadela Amara and other cosmetic cabinet appointments: the UMP is still overwhelmingly the party of the white French bourgeoisie. And they don't intend to open up to anyone different any time soon.

I suspect Hortefeux will ride out the calls for his resignation but one wonders when the UMP finally undergoes its 'Macaca moment' and finds it might have to rethink its willful exclusion of those whom it has managed to get by well enough well enough until now. Of course, Sarkozy and Hortefeux's preferred way to stave off that evil day is to track down and expel 30,000 of the blighters every year.

Le dérapage de Brice Hortefeux à l'université d'été de l'UMP - LeMonde.fr

The Strange Politeness of the US Congress

2009-09-11T16:23:00.002+02:00

'Faut-il cracher sur Joe Wilson?' as the French would say. The South Carolina Congressman has been the villain of the piece ever since his boorish two-word heckling of Barack Obama Wednesday during the President's healthcare address to Congress. Alex Massie thinks not. He mounts an amusing defence of Wilson, who is, in Graham Greene's expression, probably not 'man enough to be damned' in any case. But Massie is more concerned by the culture of deference that prevails in the chambers of the US congress, raising the President, whom Massie correctly points out, was in political, not executive mode, on Wednesday night, to the level of monarch. Heckling, as per Westminster, should be part of the game, and should not be subject to sniffy moralising on either side of the aisle. It would also, as Alex says, force the President to raise his game. It would be far better for US politics, and society in general, if this sterile environment in Congress were done away with and the focus of political debate shifted there from the poisonous surroundings of news TV and talk radio (and MSNBC, I'm talking about you as much as at Fox).

In Praise of Joe Wilson - Page 1 - The Daily Beast

Something to Be Said About Real Journalism

2009-09-11T15:57:00.002+02:00

More on Twitter, Iran, old and new media. Roger Cohen has done some great reporting from Iran in the past year, and incurred the wrath of right-wing Zionists such as Jonah Goldberg for suggesting that the country, and perhaps even its government, is not awash with anti-semitism. Here he elaborates on a previous column, written shortly after he was forced to leave Iran during the post-election protests. In that piece, he noted the limitations of tweeting, blogging and citizen journalism, and stirred a wave of irrational indignation from the likes of Ariana Huffington. Cohen, like David Simon, is not contemptuous of the capabilities of new media nor the endeavour of those that use them. But he correctly points out that amateurs, no matter how diligent and knowledgeable can only do so much; to 'bear witness' as he says, takes, time, money and the ability to be on site. Huffington might be correct to say that it's possible to miss a lot whilst there, either willingly or otherwise. And I would agree with anyone that says 'Old Journalism' counts among its ranks tens of thousands of charlatans, hypocrites and armchair thugs who, in a well-run world would be flipping burgers. But this doesn't validate Huffington's point about the likes of her, me or anyone pontificating from their keyboards thousands of miles from the action. Real journalism, Cohen continues,

comes into being only through an organizing intelligence, an organizing sensibility. It depends on form, an unfashionable little word, without which significance is lost to chaos. As Aristotle suggested more than two millennia ago, form requires a beginning and middle and end. It demands unity of theme. Journalism cuts through the atwitter state to thematic coherence.
In the making of the choices I have described, presence is required. Because part of the choice lies in something ineffable — the air you breathe, the sounds you hear, the shadow light as a bird’s wing that falls across fearful eyes — something that cannot be seized or rendered at a distance.
Technology has enriched journalism by expanding the means to deliver it and the raw material on which it is based. But technology has also diminished the incentive — and the revenue — to get out of the office. Understanding without the trained “view from the ground” (Martha Gellhorn) remains impossible. Nature abhors a vacuum, journalism even more so, and so it fills absence with windiness.

It's enough to forgive Roger Cohen the snide, condescending attitude he took towards the French in endorsing Nicolas Sarkozy's candidature using a 'tough love' rationale in the 2007 Presidential election.

Op-Ed Columnist - New Tweets, Old Needs - NYTimes.com

Statistical Break

2009-09-10T14:44:00.003+02:00

An Argentinian friend remarked to me a couple of months ago that European qualification for the World Cup is pretty damn easy. He didn't say this out of sour grapes at his country's current dismal run in qualifiers, which sees them at risk of missing the finals for the first time since 1950*. The albiceleste's absence from that tournament in Brazil was the doing of Juan Perón, who was afraid of the prospect of a failure troubling his populist regime's handling of football as a propaganda tool. And I can't say he's wrong. The strongest teams in the world might be largely concentrated in Europe but there are a fair few duffers in there. The South American qualifiers, which pitches every one against one another home and away in an 18-match league that lasts almost two years, are a stiffer challenge. Though South American teams are not always too hot when they compete in the World Cup finals, they do provide good competition among themselves with the gaps in class between some elided by hostile crowds and games at altitude (as Argentina's successive defeats in La Paz and Quito earlier this year show).

In Europe this time around, the lack of competition in most groups has been palpable. Three teams, Spain, the Netherlands and England have already qualified, with 100% records after eight games (no prizes for guessing which of those three will be reading far too much into those wins against mostly flimsy opposition). Even a modest but well-drilled side like Slovakia tops its group with six wins out of eight. Other teams such as Ireland are likely to reach the play-offs having played at most one or two games of decent football in qualifying so far.

Those play-offs will feature only eight of the nine second-place teams and results against the bottom-place team in the six-team groups are discounted in ranking them, to bring them in line with group 9, which has only five. At the moment the rankings are:

Russia Played 7 Points 18
France Played 7 Points 12
Greece Played 6 Points 11
Slovenia Played 7 Points 11
Croatia Played 7 Points 11
Bosnia-Herzegovina Played 6 Points 10
Norway Played 8 Played Points 10
Ireland Played 6 Points 10
Sweden Played 6 Points 9

That line-up is likely to change with Russia possibly qualifying automatically if they beat Germany in Moscow next month (meaning the Germans will take their place at the top of these rankings) and Sweden will have their work cut out to finish ahead of a Portugal side that has two very winnable home games remaining. Meanwhile the Czech Republic could edge out Slovenia. Ireland, should they win one of their remaining two home games are probably there too. Norway, who have no games left, are likely to be the odd one out.

According to L'Équipe today, FIFA will decide at its next meeting on the 29th of September in Rio if it will use the same seeding system based on FIFA rankings it used in qualifying for the 2006 World Cup.

A look at the rankings for those teams in the running for the play-offs:

4. Germany
6. Russia
9. Croatia
10. France
12. Greece
17. Portugal
18. Czech Republic
25. Ukraine
27. Turkey
38. Ireland
41. Sweden
45. Slovakia
46. Bosnia-Herzegovina
54. Slovenia
58. Latvia

That makes sobering reading for Irish football fans, as most permutations will put us in the bottom four of the play-off teams (only a combination of heroics from Sweden, Slovenia and Latvia will edge us into the top four). So we are left with the possibility of games against Germany or Russia, or the resurgent France and Portugal, or Croatia or Greece, whom we would be a great deal more the measure of. Who said those FIFA rankings are good for nothing?

*Erratum:

How incorrect of me. They last failed to reach the finals in 1970, when South America was represented by Brazil, Peru and Uruguay. Argentina's failure to qualify back then was as unexpected as it would be today, as Argentine clubs had a total dominance of the Copa Libertadores at the time. They also declined to enter the 1954 World Cup.

Here's what happened last time we relied on an unlikely outcome elsewhere to help us on our way:

Upon Not Basquing in the Success of Others

2009-09-10T13:51:00.002+02:00

A rare rugby post here. Biarritz and Bayonne play the big Basque derby in France's Top 14 on Saturday. Biarritz president, former French winger and consummate businessman Serge Blanco has decided to maximise the game's economic potential by moving it down the coast to Donostía-San Sebastián to play at the bigger Estadio Anoeta, as BO have done on a number of occasions in the past. Bayonne fans aren't having any of it, refusing to line the pockets of their bigger, more illustrious rival. The club has sent back two-thirds of its 1600 allocated tickets. It's amusing stuff and you have to admire the dogged bad faith shown by the Bayonne fans, a far cry from the bland bon enfant culture of most rugby supporters.

Twits for Peace

2009-09-08T12:47:00.007+02:00

Something from last weekend. An opinion piece, written by a former US national security advisor, in the normally lucid and admirable Christian Science Monitor that calls for Twitter to be nominated for the Nobel Peace Prize. Yes, really. Iran is the main reason cited, given the widespread use of Twitter by pro-democracy activists in the post-election protests. The CSM even gets a bit emotive on it, indulging in foamy rhetoric last seen in Stanley Kramer's heyday:

Without Twitter, the world might have known little more than a losing candidate accusing the powers that be of alleged fraud. Without Twitter, the people of Iran would not have felt empowered and confident to stand up for freedom and democracy. They did so because they knew the world was watching. With Twitter, they now shout hope with a passion and dedication that resonates not just with those on their street, but with millions across the globe.

My word, what utter nonsense. Those that know me know I'm not behind the door when it comes to tweeting and I have no intention of joining the chorus of jobbing journos who see imminent social decay in people's micro-blogging. But let's keep things in perspective. Twitter was a useful tool for Iranian protestors to disseminate images to the world, not least images of the murder of Neda Agha-Soltan, though it is questionable how useful it was for organising protests given that Iran had a relatively small number of Twitter users and given how easily traceable users are on it. And there is of course the fact that many decoy feeds were set up by Iranian authorities. Evgeny Morozov is a great deal more sensible about this and internet activism and security are his domain, knowing a thing or two about repressive regimes (he's of Belarussian nationality). He cautions against a 'cyber-utopianism' which imagines that web applications such as Twitter can be used to bring down authoritarian regimes.

Iran's protests would have happened without Twitter; to suggest otherwise is to insult both the bravery and the sophistication of those that organised and participated in them. It's an absurdly solipsistic view of westerners to imagine that the mass protest against a thirty-year-old theocracy might be suddenly given fresh impetus by a tool that most of us use for diversion. If Twitter should get the Nobel peace prize, why not give it to the printing press, the telephone, the human voice? Has the world really run out of humans striving for peace and justice that we must reward a web application conceived with little other than instant messaging in mind?

There is also a disturbing vertically-integrated culture of heroes and villains in this 'Twitter revolution theory', it's all plucky secular Iranians against the Mullahs, plucky little Georgia against the big bad Russian bear, the plucky Venezuelan bourgeoisie against Hugo Chávez. And Morozov is guilty of this himself, in his analysis of the 'Moldovan Twitter revolution'. Moldova, earlier this year, was the first instance of Twitter being used to organise and publicise protests. But what few people mention is the fact that the protests were against an election victory in polls judged free and fair by observers. While I can understand the frustration of Moldovan youth who bristle at living under a democratically-elected communist government (I have liked few of the governments I myself have lived under) the moral force of the protests was not persuasive. And, among people in the west, there's a rather strange assumption that people who use Twitter for political ends must be on the side of the angels. A quick look at a few Twitter feeds will convince otherwise. A little bit of perspective on Twitter would be welcome. It's safe to say that many authoritarian regimes and protests against them will long outlast micro-blogging as we know it.

Sideline Cut

2009-09-07T21:18:00.004+02:00

Yeah, a lot of you will feel cheated by that title, as this post is not about hurling. I would have liked to have seen the All-Ireland yesterday but a second trip to an Irish pub in eighteen hours didn't appeal to me. I believe it was a good match and unfortunately Tipp failed at the last in a valiant attempt to level the contemporary equivalent of Cullen's hound, the Kilkenny Cat.

Apologies but I'm sticking to the garrison game, for a brief look at some storied from the margins of Saturday's World Cup qualifiers. Ireland's main rivals for the top place in Group 7, Italy won in Tbilisi the other night, winning with two own-goals from Milan centre-half Kakha Kaladze, prompting a few cynical Irishmen to smell a rat. Kaladze has apologised to his fellow countrymen, but a series of Chinese whispers brings the news from a Georgian newspaper via an Italian press agency via L'Équipe that some in Georgia think that Kaladze 'has done to Georgia what Georgia did to him', a rather grisly and crass reference to the kidnapping and eventual murder of his brother Levan. It all sounds like a football narrative crafted by Edgar Allan Poe but the Georgians are missing the point here. It's the boys in green that were the real victims here.

France's ramshackle team of potential world-beaters edged towards a play-off place (I can't see them beating Serbia on Wednesday), helped along only because they are blessed with a group of mediocre teams mercifully more incompetent than they themselves are. Raymond Domenech, the stargazer who has clearly got something compromising on record about the denizens of the French Football Federation, had a go at his team the eve of Saturday's draw against Saturday. A shocked Thierry Henry went on the counter-attack, saying 'I have been in the France team for 12 years and never have I been in this situation. We do not know how to play, where to go, there is no organisation. There is no style, no guidance and no identity," thereby coming to the same conclusion that any football fan with a pair of eyes has reached watching France over the past three years (and arguably longer - Domenech's star-crossed nemesis Robert Pires said France's reaching the 2006 World Cup final was an 'accident'). All this is according to the Parisian tabloid, Le Parisien, which is neither trashy enough, offensive enough nor dumb enough to really pass for a tabloid. No source was given and everyone's now rushing to deny it all. Well, they would, wouldn't they?

Cyprus 1 Ireland 2

2009-09-06T12:17:00.006+02:00

Watching last night's game, a friend argued that Irish supporters have unrealistically high expectations for a bunch of players that aren't really that great. Mother Teresa himself, Niall Quinn expressed a similar sentiment a few years back, and the chasm between his Ireland-team-as-a-holiday-camp mentality and Roy Keane's was laid bare in that match in Amsterdam nine years ago where Ireland let a two-goal lead slip in the last twenty minutes. Niall was upbeat after, delighted with a result that many Irish would have been happy to take at kick-off. Keano was more damning, lambasting the lack of professionalism in failing to secure what would have been a famous win and also the culture surrounding the Irish team that always settled for second best. Two years later in Saipan, the Irish team and Keane parted ways (for two years) due to irreconcilable differences.

The holiday-camp culture nurtured under Jack Charlton and later Mick McCarthy faded away under Brian Kerr, only to enjoy a brief revival under Steven Staunton's inexplicable and indefensible stewardship of the national team. Under Giovanni Trapattoni, we imagine it has been banished entirely, not least as his sidelining of Andy Reid seems to stem from a late-night sing-song the tubby winger gave in Mainz last year ahead of the Georgia match. The set-up might be more professional now but we still have an annoying tendency to settle for second best.

That said, one is not going to refuse three points garnered away from home, which maintains our unbeaten record and leaves us with a great chance to secure at least a play-off place. Nor is one going to persist with the fantasy that whatever central midfield formation we cobble together from the troika of Glenn Whelan, Keith Andrews and Darron Gibson can provide the bedrock of a successful team. But is it really so outlandish that we expect our players to handle modest opposition like Cyprus with more capability than we did last night?

We got off to a great start, getting bodies forward and harrying the hosts and it paid off within minutes, with Kevin Doyle stabbing home his first international goal in a year. It was remarkably similar to Robbie Keane's early goal in the same stadium four years ago and my prediction yesterday that that match would loom far larger than the 2006 debacle proved correct. Within a minute, Ireland were on the back-foot, Shay Given rescuing us, as ever, with a fantastic save. The attacks continued, with Ioannis Okkas running Seán St-Ledger ragged. Both full-backs were in question when a break by Okkas caused havoc in the box and an unmarked Marios Elia pounced to equalise. By my count this now leaves us down three goals in this campaign - all conceded when in the lead - because of Kevin Kilbane's lapses in concentration. Like most Irish fans I have great admiration for this workaday player who has never shown anything but 100% commitment when wearing the green but we really should be looking for someone else to plug that gap at left-back.

After an unspeakably appalling first half, which saw us desperately short of even elementary ideas in midfield and up front, we were fortunate to be still level (one must repeat, it was Cyprus we were playing and not Spain or Brazil). The second half produced more industry if not much more initiative. Keith Andrews went close with a superb half-volley and Steven Hunt headed wide from an acute angle. Things looked increasingly desperate until Damien Duff landed an inch-perfect cross on Robbie Keane's head and we took a lead we barely deserved. As he often does with Ireland, Keane redeemed a dreadful performance with a vital goal; he now has five in this campaign and 41 in total for Ireland, which is a record unparalleled by more gifted Irish strikers of bygone days.

So the three points are there and we are still in with a shout for South Africa. But we have yet to run up a string of convincing performances. Away from home we have been efficient, turning in fine displays in all the matches bar last night's one. At Croke Park it's been a different matter, which leaves me apprehensive ahead of next month's double-header against Italy and Montenegro. Trapattoni is by no means stupid and he will be as disappointed as anyone else with the lack of organisation last night. But he is ultimately responsible for that. The lack of direction and urgency in the Irish midfield cannot be explained by the technical shortcomings of Andrews and Whelan alone. There's a strong sense that there's very little guidance coming from the highly-paid Italian staff above.

When one seeks guidance, Dunphy and Giles are always the ones to turn to in times like these, and last night, along with the dispassionate Graeme Souness, they formed a sage conclave, an uncharacteristically calm and resigned committee of elders. Dunphy, who was an early critic of Trapattoni, slammed Ireland's game as 'bankrupt football'. He also correctly noted that John O'Shea would not dare hoof the ball up the field like he did last night while playing in a Manchester United shirt. Dunphy and Giles, whom nobody can accuse of harbouring delusions as to Irish players' technical abilities, nonetheless realise that modest players, with good coaching and decent morale, can produce impressive results. One need only look at the superb performances of Northern Ireland for proof of this.

We really should be making light work of Cyprus, which we did often enough until only five years ago. The Cypriots deserve everyone's respect, they've made enormous strides in recent years, achieved some great results and, amazingly for a country of less than 2 million people, have got two different sides into the Champions' League group stages. Their players were also markedly more skillful than the Irish last night. But they are still a side that veers from punching above its weight to calamitous results against the likes of Albania and Slovakia. A well-drilled Ireland team would have taken a two-goal lead in at the break last night. But we let the Cypriots pin us down.

It's not too much to expect that Ireland get results when it matters, and, even if we've done mostly well in that respect in this group (only the home draw against Bulgaria should reasonably have yielded more) there is still a frustrating culture of inferiority surrounding the team. Our gaping hole in the middle of the field is likely to be ruthlessly exposed by stronger teams but we have to learn to get on without the help of Steven Reid and Stephen Ireland. Our cause is helped by our facing a poor Italy team next month. The Italians dispatched a hapless Georgian side only with the help of two Kaka Kaladze own-goals and they are certainly beatable in Croker. But it remains to be seen if anyone in the Irish camp knows how to go about doing that.