FAM Congress: Redux

As we count the days to the FAM elections that bear much significance to the short and medium term futures of Malaysian football, campaigning has taken an ugly turn. Dato’ Che Mat Jusoh, the current VP for FAM has launched a verbal tirade against his fellow candidates for the Deputy President posts in Utusan last week.

With incumbent YB Khairy Jamaluddin not defending his post, the howitzer has been rolled toward no other than current KAFA President Tan Sri Annuar Musa. But whilst criticism against opponents are what they are, it is especially sickening to see Che Mat taking credit for programs he had little to do with in his desperate attempt to win votes. Specifically, he went as far as claiming responsibility for the successes of Harimau Muda, which had nothing to do with him, as his portfolio was the Competitions Committee. The Committee is known to be in shambles over the past decade. State and Club teams are consistently infuriated with constant changes for games schedules to the point that some do not even know when the actual new local league season actually starts until far too close to the date.

Che Mat Jusoh will be contesting with long time friend and incumbent Dato' Sheikh Redzuan for the 2 Deputy posts. Both running mates are no new faces to local football and offer no real block busting changes or ideas. To add to the already volatile mix, YM Tengku Mahkota Abdullah has offered himself again for the DP post. Technically, the Crown Prince is a very astute and knowledgeable football administrator. His greatest feat was to professionalise the Malaysian game, and did so in the hardest of times when the big tobacco money was forced to pullout. For that, some credit must go to YM Tengku.

Other than onfield football results and development, one of the main KPIs of FAM football administrators have been sponsors. If you had to boil down the malaise of Malaysian football over the past decade or so to just one factor, it has to be the lack of money. For this, FAM needs marketable faces and those who can foster good relations with current and potential sponsors. Che Mat and Redzuan are clearly not capable to fulfil any of the KPIs listed.

Stories of FAM 'suits' sauntering football matches and related programmes adding no value whatsoever can be well described by the diabolical duo. With Dato’ Mokhtar Ahmad (Selangor FA), Tan Sri Annuar Musa (KAFA) offering themselves, it is unclear who YM Tengku Adullah would favour as his running mate. Nonetheless, recent developments show that Tan Sri Annuar Musa's Kelantan FA's rebuilding programme is quite hard to ignore. From the throes of defeat in FAM league playing semi pro and amateur teams, Kelantan are now 5 points behind leaders Selangor in the Super League.

Many speculated outgoing the Deputy President would not get any nominations, but this turned out to not be the case at all. Notable advances from Kelantan, Selangor, Melaka and Perlis were amongst the states that called on YB Khairy remain for another term. Khairy, however, was adamant that he wanted to focus on politics.

The determination to turn around the fortunes of Malaysian football undoubtedly is on all the candidates main agenda. However, noone can fully foretell the mood much less what is on the minds of the 38 delegates that will be casting their votes. What I’m pretty certain of is that the likes of Redzuan and Che Mat Jusoh should be riding into the sunset. Let’s see if the delegates agree.

Hishamuddin: Don't blame Umno Youth for Perkasa's popularity

By Muzliza Mustafa, The Malay Mail

KUALA LUMPUR: The rising popularity of Malay rights group Pertubuhan Pribumi Perkasa Malaysia (Perkasa) should not be blamed on Umno Youth's incapability in championing the cause of the race.
Umno vice-president Datuk Seri Hishamuddin Hussein said the void can be created in many ways.

He was responding to Tengku Razaleigh Hamzah's comment in online news portal Malaysian Insider that Perkasa's popularity among Malays was due to the failure of Umno Youth's leadership in championing Malay rights.

“Do not blame Umno Youth, Umno, Puteri Umno or MCA on the void,” said Hishamuddin after officiating the 13th FBI National Academy Associates (FBINAA) Conference at a hotel near Mid Valley today.

He said at this time when many issues are being raised, the public should focus on filling up the void or counter it, and not blame any group for the growing popularity of Perkasa.

Tengku Razaleigh had, last Saturday, also said that current Umno Youth chief Khairy Jamaluddin’s ostensibly staunch support for party president Datuk Seri Najib Razak, was just a ploy to get a Cabinet position.

“There is a vacuum in Umno Youth, when it should be the spokesman for the Malays. But the present Umno Youth leadership does not articulate the Malay plight."

The Kelantan prince, popularly known as Ku Li, claimed that Umno Youth had lost its tenacity and vigour in championing the community, with the leaders engrossed in eyeing positions for themselves.

“This sounds very pathetic but they say he (Khairy) wants to become minister, so that’s why he has to support the prime minister, at least that’s what people say.

“The fact remains that Umno Youth used to question a lot of issues concerning the plight of Malays. That has always been the role of Umno Youth,” said Tengku Razaleigh.

The Gua Musang MP noted that the current mood in the party made it timely for Perkasa to recruit more disgruntled Umno members.

Outspoken Pasir Mas MP Ibrahim Ali started Perkasa as a one-man pressure group for Malay rights. It now has branches and divisions in every state in Malaysia.

There was also claim that Perkasa has 200,000 members. Out of these numbers, 80 per cent are from Umno.

Tengku Razaleigh also claimed that Umno branch meetings were not attended by their Youth and Puteri wings, to the point where meetings could not make quorum.

Argentina vs Mexico

by Dax Muhamad

The stage was set, the con was on. Two tickets to the promised land. It was my honeymoon, we were going to Argentina, and my mind was (partly), on football. We had seats for the Libertadores Cup match between River Plate and Petrolero FC Bolivia. A far cry from the dirty war of the Falklands, greasy Argies, Gotcha and all that jazz; this was Buenos Aires.

As the Chorizo sausages were chucked into the air, the infamous Los Borrachos del Tablón, River Plate barra bravas had landed into the pit of El Monumental. I asked a Peruvian by name of Pedro, who had traveled to watch Ariel Ortega play out his last years, who are the Los Borrachos. “This is sons Argentinas” (‘The sons of Argentina’), “the resident hooligans of River Plei”. In the shock and awe – they coordinated the drums and sang a song which I made out to be, “La Boca, Puto Madres” (‘Boca, your mom’s a whore’ – Boca weren’t even the opponents!) – the Los Borrachos were getting the boys on the bottom tier to pull a flag of a white skull with red smoke coming from its eyes, the size of the El Monumental carpark.

Pedro insisted the Los Borrachos are the meanest, baddest, most politically organized barra bravas in South America. I was skeptical of Pedro’s fearsome adjectives, until:

– they started lobbing rocks and bottles to the bottom tier to force those down there to straighten up the ‘skull flag’;

– they told the River Plate players (who did a lap of victory after winning 6-1) to not come close until they brought back the Copa Libertadores;

– raided the Budweiser sponsorship tent and made a barbecue on top of some Boca fan’s car.

The closest I ever came to such bravado (read: legitimised madness) was on a train going from Reading to Waterloo to watch Arsenal play Alan Shearer’s Southampton. It was filled with the fans of Millwall, Leyton Orient, West Ham, Spurs, Chelsea (the real Chelsea that is, not the Russian oil-funded Chelski of today) – and the ensuing staring match had everyone describing how they would do each other favours with a friend called Stanley (a pocket knife).

The Gunners’ – whose fans usually are kids or old age pensioners – were naturally silent; we couldn’t ‘compete’ on the train but we knew Alan Smith, Paul Merson, Tony Adams et al wouldn’t let us down on the pitch. This edgy, tribalistic phenomenon taught me a lot about passion and confrontation – the replication of which I would later be aware of in everyday Malaysian experience, especially in our politics.

Raw and uncouth as these instances of football fandom were, they remain an authentic expression of how people can rally around something seemingly as inanely subjective as a football team, with such fanaticism and belief as to produce a force far greater than the sum of the individuals. The fervour, the default propensity towards vandalism, the ancillary mob-culture – it was all quite undoubtedly communal, as it was fiercely personal. This was at once the creation and sustenance of the “Us” and conversely the demonizing of the “Them”. Beneath all the fireworks, physical or not, literal or not, this was 21st century tribal romantics in action.

Roll on Malaysia Cup Final 2009, Kelantan vs Negri Sembilan, where fans of my home team Kelantan – which has a similar reputation of going crackers – were bouncing off the walls even three hours before kickoff. Instead of Chorizo sausage and special brew, they started off with Asar prayers. These boys were ready to march into battle. Even the Green Street elite of West Ham or the Bushwackas of Millwall would have stood aside – for these were the Kelantan Gedebes. These were Kelantan’s ‘finest’ – and I say that of course with a healthy dose of irony – all the way from Pasir Puteh, Kuala Krai and Pangkalan Chepa. Proceedings started off with our own barbecue of seats in the Bukit Jalil stadium. My gaffer, Khairy Jamaluddin, who was sitting with the Negeri Sembilan fans branded this behaviour as disgusting and philistine. Maybe so, but I wonder if he would’ve said the same had Negeri Sembilan been on the receiving end of a 3-1 scoreline.

My eyes teared not from the loss but rather from the choke of smoke. We wanted more. The cars draped with Negeri Sembilan flags were fair game. Though I was never part of this, I never stopped my kinsmen. I couldn’t, even if I wanted to!

On the flipside, there are the ‘fanboys’. And they don’t come anymore shameless than two of my best friends – the Man Utd-loving Zuhri Aziz and Aqliff Shane (Sabah descent). When they visited Old Trafford, not only did they steal blades of grass from the pitch and shove it down their size 42-inch pants, they also squandered their children’s trust fund on superstore purchases. Their idols were Eric Le King, Posh n Becks and Ruud Van Destroyer. Ask them about Kevin Moran, Norman Whiteside and Martin Buchan, they thought these were clothing brands sold in BHS (British Home Stores – equivalent to our Globe Silk Store).

Yet sat in the crowd in a Champions League match versus Roma, they broke into tears and hollered along to supporter songs like “Country road, take me home, to the place I belong”. If there is any lesson from this, it is that we may not have a great national team. But shoulder-to-shoulder, Malaysian fans are just as noisy, fanatical, hardcore, knowledgeable (sans Zuhri and Shane) as any football fan or barra brava in the world.

With these thoughts I sat with them and watched Mexico’s miserable display against Argentina. We nervously bit our nails every time Messi ran with possession. For every goal they put past Mexico, we knew the Germans were frothing with anticipation in the next round too.

We were every bit the England, Argentina, Brazil fan, although we don’t look like any Cockney, Scouser, Brummie or Geordie and won’t ever sing God Save the Queen. This may appear flimsy to some, but our support for The Three Lions is as genuine as any white man in a Middle England pub with a pack of Bensons. And anybody who knows me or my colleagues would testify that it wasn’t some misguided postcolonial melancholia by any measure.

Later after the matches, we comforted ourselves on social media – on that night Twitter became our diary. It wasn’t about sharing thoughts as much as it was our need to articulate a narrative that made Argentina’s progress felt genuinely ours. Perhaps this essay is part of that need too. Certainly our local fans and fanboys should be given a shot at the big time. For I too, am a world class fanboy. We (Malaysia) clearly don’t have a national side to be proud of at the moment, but I sincerely believe we are a footballing nation.

Taken from http://mataharibooks.com/gol/dax/argentina-vs-mexico/