SOCCERPHOBIA


Organised soccer is at least 140 years old in Australia. At the time of writing, 500,000 Australians were registered soccer players, more than any other team sport. The ABS estimates another million or so playing at less formal levels. At its elite level, soccer is capable of generating massive television viewing statistics. A Socceroo game at the World Cup, for example, is one of the high-water marks in Australian sports viewing (even in the middle of the night), surpassing the AFL and NRL Grand Finals and the Melbourne Cup. While soccer tends to be the second football code wherever it is played, it nonetheless has the kind of demographic Australian coverage that the other football codes would envy. Soccer’s numerical strengths (and some of it cultural weaknesses) are indicated by its status as the ‘go to’ game for Australia-wide advertising narratives that represent children at energetic play.
Yet this game, even with such an apparent comparative advantage, has fared badly in Australia. Since 1880, organised soccer has sought a place in Australian society only to be rebuffed and rejected as a foreign game, a threat, sometimes even a menace to Australian masculinity and life in general. The game has endured sustained media myopia offset by frequent outbursts of intense and spiteful attention. Johnny Warren encapsulated this anti-soccer mentality in the title of his memoir, Sheilas, Wogs and Poofters.
These were the kinds of people who played soccer in Australia (though Warren might have added Poms and Children). The game was seen as effeminate, foreign and for homosexual men. While Warren’s title doesn’t quite represent either the totality or the subtlety of opposition, it does capture the vituperation and the spirit of a different age. He relates the story of a parade for the Australian national team (the Socceroos) in Sydney in 1969.
I have a daunting image, still prominent in my memory. It was the occasion of a tickertape parade for the Australian national team in 1969. I had taken my allocated place in one of the sports cars which had been organised for the event. The cavalcade was snaking its way through the streets and turned a corner. This one particular corner, like so many of its kind in Sydney, was adorned by a pub. Wooing the punters to drink from its kegs were pictures on its outer wall of rugby, cricket and horse racing. True-blue Aussie sports. Spilling out of the pub’s doors were tank-topped, steel-cap-booted, tattooed workers quenching their thirst after the dust of the day’s work. ‘Fuckin’ poofters,’ some hooted at us. ‘Dago bastards,’ followed others. The odd projectile was hurled our way. Needless to say, I had, in my life, felt much safer than I did during that parade. (ppxxi-xxii)
The recent relative successes of soccer in Australia might tend to suggest that the bigoted attitude that confronted Warren is a thing of the past. The way that the A League and well-attended internationals have elbowed themselves some room in the mainstream of Australian sport media indicates a new-found respect for the game has been established in Australia. However, the battle may not be over. Even when the vulgar and coarse resentment is peeled away a core of repulsion, sometimes principled, more often irrational remains.
The former comes from a writer like Martin Flanagan who believes that any weakening of Australian rules football because of soccer’s rise will damage our local culture, already embattled by the manifold forces of globalisation. Flanagan respects soccer and other codes of football but he makes his priorities clear. He believes that Australian rules
has a unique place, not only in Australian sport, but in Australian culture which, in my experience, is obvious to outsiders. I can admire the Australian rugby union team and enjoy watching them play, but at the end of the day it is a British game they’re playing. Australian football is a marvellous sporting invention that found its way into the hearts of people and infiltrated other aspects of their lives so that it became something by which you knew families and suburbs and towns and, more recently with the national competition, different parts of Australia.
While this argument is one that deserves notice, largely because it is true for much of Australia, it is flawed when we look at Sydney and broad regions of the northern states. The problem is that Australian rules is an irrelevance for many Australians, even many of those who are interested in sport. They do not play it; they do not watch it; they fail to understand it. Nor have they experienced the purported social benefits of the game to which Flanagan refers. Significantly, in one of the heartlands of Australian mythology, what might be called the Waltzing Matilda country of outback Queensland, Australian rules is (or was until recently) an utterly foreign game.
Flanagan does not allow for the fact that the so-called ‘British games’ (the Rugby codes and soccer) have also given and continue to give meaning and structure to the lives of many Australians. And unless he is willing to say that these experiences are inferior to or less authentic than the social meaning obtained through Australian rules, or that these Australians aren’t true Australians, then Flanagan is guilty of making a national generalisation out of a regional truth. In many regions and towns soccer has a continuous history of more that 100 years where the game has been, for generations of Australians and waves of migrants, an important pillar of their communities.
Representing a very different perspective is a writer like Michael Duffy, whose article, ‘Jig is up - give World Cup the boot’ published shortly after the 2006 World Cup, is a checklist of predictable prejudice that masks his own failure to understand the game: boring; not enough scoring; should be allowed to use hands; too much play acting. He talks about an experience of watching the World Cup that, given his attitudes and the second-person persona adopted, is probably second hand or made up.
You rose from your bed in the early hours to spend an hour and a half watching the ball move from one player to another several hundred times without passing through the white posts at either end of the field more than once or twice. It was like golf without the excitement.

If Flanagan adopts a left-nationalist position in worrying about soccer’s globalising effects, Duffy comes from the free-market right and argues the very opposite. Inspired by the American academic economist Allen Sanderson, Duffy suggests that Australians are very much like Americans and we should see their resistance to soccer as exemplary. He cites Sanderson who believes that those Americans who support soccer “are uncomfortable with competitions that produce winners and losers, and soccer appeals to their egalitarian, risk-averse streak. The same crowd usually also can be counted on to oppose globalisation.”

Duffy also sees soccer is also a force of political correctness: “Lots of parents force their children to play football for reasons of social engineering: they want to make their boys more like girls and their girls more like boys.” For Duffy men’s sport is about upper body strength. As a sport that disallows the use of hands, soccer therefore runs against the spirit of unfettered competition that characterises the true sporting contest. Anyone who has seen Michael Duffy will note a quaint irony in his being critical of anyone’s upper body proportions. Indeed, Duffy continues the great right wing tradition of puny old men urging on strong young men to do their dirty martial work for them.

Despite their having completely antagonistic perspectives on virtually all other cultural-political matters, Flanagan and Duffy end up on the same side in this argument. This speaks greatly of the general antagonism to soccer in Australia, particularly from middle-aged men (with Irish surnames) with positions of cultural influence.

But Duffy and Flanagan did not invent their perspectives. They inherited them. Their pronouncements on soccer have a genealogy that extends back to before soccer was even codified in 1863. And there are very good reasons for the resentment of soccer. The game’s reputation has legitimately suffered through fan violence and farcical organisational corruption around the world. Throughout history it has been variously held responsible for the collapses of moral order and collective political will. It has been a game of the economic colonizer, imposing itself on or being taken up by indigenes who have thereby lost contact with their native customs. In ancient times its forebear (folk football, which is arguably an important precursor of all football codes) was even outlawed by monarchs afraid of the game’s impact on their fighting forces.
But none of these relates directly to the main source of contemporary vilification, which might be called ‘soccerphobia’. Soccerphobia is the fear of one particular code of football, Association football and its supposed potential to damage national, regional and local cultures. The loudest bastions of soccerphobia are, curiously, found in Anglophone countries with a long and direct colonial connection to the British Isles – the birthplace of Association football. Australia, the United States of America, Canada, Ireland, New Zealand and South Africa all house strong and entrenched cultures of soccerphobia. In three and one-half of these countries, soccer is seen either as a threat to local and established games or as a game that cannot assimilate because of its foreignness or unsuitability.
Ireland, Canada, the USA and southern and western Australia have developed regional variations of football (or other sports) that are assumed to be indigenous expressions of nationality – assumptions that are often flawed. For example baseball’s claims to indigenous status ignore the obvious fact that it stems directly from rounders, a game imported from Europe. Often, claims of indigeneity rest more on politically expedient assertions of national independence than they do on historical fact.
In New Zealand, white South Africa and the Australian states of Queensland and New South Wales the local/imported divide is not as relevant – or at least it has little basis to be. The dominant football codes (Rugby Union or Rugby League) in each of these states or countries have clear British origins. Here, the disparagement of soccer tends to focus on questions of courage, masculinity and even sexuality. Historically, Association football has been seen as a game for degenerates and weaklings across the soccerphobic world.
In recent times, the idea of sport-as-industry has been clarified. While organized elite sport for the past 120 years or more, has had the element of profit-and-loss at its heart, for much of that history the ruling mythology of sport provided a smokescreen, placing the economic realm into the category of a ‘necessary evil’. Contemporary sports discourse happily brings questions of economics to bear. This newer general consciousness of sport as business is often one which perceives any attempt to grow a sporting market necessarily involves a diminution of another and competition between sports becomes a legitimate subject matter for sports discussion. Soccer’s attempts to gain ‘market share’ in those regions where historically it has been less dominant are one more basis for soccerphobia, a position which can dip into the toolbox of cultural soccerphobia as required.
To leave it at this would be to allow soccer to cry victim without accepting a measure of responsibility. Soccer sometimes has only itself to blame. While the game has risen and fallen subject to external pressures, it has, in perhaps equal measure, been self-sabotaged by its internecine feuds and unfathomable incompetences.
One could also point to historical factors. Soccer has regularly collapsed under the massive weight of war and Depression and often resurged on migrant tides. And while history has not been kind to the game in Australia, it might be said: “In sport you make your own history!” In a sense soccer has not been kind to its own history. It has not often made a good fist of becoming a narrative point of Australian history. Nor has it done a very good job of remembering the times when it actually did.
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This section is devoted to documenting soccerphobia from around the world but particularly in Australia and USA. Click on links at right to go the the relevant section.



Soccerphobes role of honour



Allen R. Sanderson
Bend It Like (Yogi) Berra



Steve Price
Uruguay Game 2001


Peter Fitzsimons
  *at his petulant best
  *Simon Hill's goad
  *more spleen


Mike Sheahan
  *Soccer just too ho-hum
  *rejoinder


Michael Voss
Soccer our top sport?


Ray Hadley
What? Me? Hate soccer? (scoll down to bottom)


Jason Akermanis
discussed on-line

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