The Somewhat Saddening Homogenisation of Goal Posts
The homogenization of football has been, one might argue, over documented in the past decade - the power of the player, the middle classes hi-jacking the game, the mawkishness and sentimentality that has somehow seeped over from reality television (Muamba and Petrov), the price of tickets, the hangers on, the money, the identikit grounds, you know, the stuff every good on-line ‘lad culture’ message board pumps out regularly, to the point that it becomes totally pointless.
None of these things are going away, they are here to stay, get over it. There is one thing, however, that I reserve my personal right to still mourn and miss from my
childhood obsession with the match and that’s the goals. I’m not talking about scoring them, I’m talking about the net and posts, and more specifically – the shape of them.Visit any ground nowadays (certainly in the top 2 divisions) and the continent, and you’ll find the same box shape goal, no station, pulled back by wire so the net seems to float in mid air, pristine netting pulled taught, they’re everywhere, faceless, characterless, representative of the corporate obsession of wringing all personality from the game. This of course, was not always the case, back in the 70s and 80s, every ground had it’s own particular goal, with it’s own nuances and behavioral traits.
Those fans of West Ham, Luton, QPR or Southampton will remember their goals in the late 70s, which seemed incapable of keeping the ball in the net it was so shallow as opposed to the goals at Arsenal, Hampden, Bolton, Wembley and Chelsea, they had huge space behind the goal line, net held up by a metal bar that seemed to go back for miles.
Man City, Newcastle, Everton, Ipswich had goals with the hairpin sanction attached to the top quarter of the post, the type that Trevor Brooking managed to get the ball stuck in he wellied it so hard, whilst scoring in Budapest for England in 1981 live on telly, when games weren’t ever live on the telly.
Anyway, goals ‘aint what they used to be.
Written by Andy Bird.