Pat Fitzgerald is scheduled to speak Friday. Those who can't wait can read Skip Myslesnski's interview that addresses the uncertainty on the roster, not only a quarterback but up and down the depth chart. Fitzgerald doesn't give up much and Myslenski is reigned in instead of the florid, lyrical Myslenski that injects training camp stories with much-needed elements of the introduction to Conan the Barbarian movies. Though I am writing this before Fitz has spoken, BYCTOM moles have obtained a transcript of his remarks, and he is expected to delight the crowd with references to Our Young Men.
Pat Fitzgerald expects fireworks after last year's revolutionary speech
when he scandalized the football media by vowing to take things one
game at a time, drawing heckles from disbelieving football personnel used
to taking things two or three games at a time. Jerry Kill denounced
Fitzgerald as a sick, sad man and Kyle Flood leaped through a plate glass
Yesterday, Illini football coach and man who doesn't need your advice about opening that pickle jar just give him a second ok Tim Beckman spoke to reporters. Let's check in on Beck Man.
Usually, this is a time for Beck Man to stand astride a podium, cape fluttering in the fan he has brought, while he denounces Northwestern and issues boasts and taunts from the anti-Wildcat underground, but this year Beckman immediately found himself dealing with reports about player abuse allegations. The Chicago Tribune recently spoke to 50 Illini current and former Illini players about the allegations. It is clear that Beckman will continue to face questions that he'd rather not answer when he should be preparing for a Soldier Field hat defense.
Big Ten media days are a pointless, ridiculous exercise in nonsense. None of the coaches will say anything particularly noteworthy about his program and none of them want to be there when they could be screaming at teenagers to run into inanimate objects in the sweltering Midwestern sun. On the other hand, media day means that we draw ever closer to football season and the attendant miseries.
BRITISH SOCCER MOVIE REVIEW
What happens when a group of race car conman billionaires takes over a sports team, attempts to rocket them to glory, turns into a global cabal of Steinbrenners, and hires someone to film it? The end result is The Four Year Plan, directed by Mat Hodgson about the rise of Queens Park Rangers to the Premier League.
The film covers the 2007 purchase of Queens Park Rangers by a consortium of billionaires including F1 racing honchos Bernie Ecclestone, Flavio Briatore, and Alejandro Agag and Indian steel magnate Lakshmi Mittal, rescuing the club from bankruptcy. The investors were interested in QPR because of its history (founded in 1882), location in West London, and presumably a whimsical name that brings to mind an ambitious episode of Walker Texas Ranger where he traverses the Atlantic to jump kick English cattle rustlers. Their goal: to raise QPR from the second-tier Championship to the lucrative Premier League.
FLAVIO: We need to work on our set piece
ECCLESTONE: We should set a piece of this stadium on fire and collect
the insurance money
BOTH: ho ho ho ho ho ho ho
The face of the operation is Briatore (referred to exclusively in the film by his colleagues and angry, chanting detractors as "Flavio"), an anthropomorphic radish who spends most of his time at QPR plotting to fire all of the managers. Scandal has dogged Briatore wherever he has gone; he spent several years dodging prison from numerous fraud convictions in Saint Thomas and, if Wikipedia is to be believed, spent portions of the 1980s as an Italian Elmore Leonard character:
In 1986, in Milan, Briatore was sentenced to 3 years for fraud and conspiracy for his role in a team of confidence tricksters who, over a number of years, set up rigged gambling games using fake playing cards. The judges described these as elaborate confidence tricks, in which victims were invited to dinner and then "ensnared" in rigged games that involved a cast of fictional characters and realised enormous profits for their perpetrators.Hodgson's cameras follow Briatore as he stalks about the club. He denounces managers as idiots. He disparages players in the stands with Director of Football Gianni Paladni. He orders substitutions from the owner's box. He walks around in hilarious European rich person puffy jackets presumably invented to prevent a disgruntled peasant from stabbing him with the jagged edge of a stale baguette in a Parisian uprising. Briatore, who goes through no less than five managers in his first two years with the club, comports himself like a ludicrous and incompetent dictator.
Gianni Paladini enjoys a soccer game. Paladini comes across in the movie as Briatore's lackey, but
had actually been a powerful agent who had purchased a stake in QPR in 2003. In fact, in 2006, he
was involved in a bizarre incident where he claimed that a minority owner had hired a gang of "hard men"
to intimidate him into selling his stake during a match. You should read that whole article as it is
completely fucking insane and something that Hodgson doesn't mention at all in the movie.
Flavio Briatore is the angry man gesturing behind him.
In an related note, that is pretty much how I watch all sporting events
The best part of the movie by far is when QPR fans revolt. They chant "FUCK FLAVIO." They angrily sing "we want our Rangers back" to the tune of La Donna e Mobile while scuffling with police, their blood-curling aria echoing through the streets of Shepherd's Bush. Briatore tells a group of fans that he will sell the team and leave it to rot while obsequious hangers-on beg him to stay. He demands names. What Flavio Briatore would possibly do with the names of people who boo him is unclear; I like to imagine he will use his billions to set up a fake sweepstakes luring them to his private island where they will be hunted for sport, not by Briatore, but by a group of Robert Muldoon-like characters he has flown in while he hovers over the island in a helicopter denouncing them as shitty, incompetent hunters using the speaker system from Apocalypse Now.
The other major figure who emerges is Amit Bhatia, an investment banker and Mittal's son-in-law. Bhatia comes across as a slick but enthusiastic bean counter who acts as the more reasonable counterweight to Briatore. He becomes the central face of ownership after Briatore steps down, tainted by an F1 match-fixing scandal. Shortly after, QPR poaches manager Neil Warnock and rockets to the top of the table. Yet, even the team's greatest triumph remains mired in allegations of cheating. The Football Association launches an investigation into an illegal transfer. The FA threatened fines and a points deduction that would strip QPR of its championship and automatic promotion to the Premier League. It is entirely in keeping with the spirit of the film that the most touching moment of catharsis is not the team's locker room celebration after clinching the championship, but Paladini jubilantly sprinting through the stadium screaming "NO POINTS DEDUCTIONS!"
The film is an odd window into a deliriously dysfunctional sports organization. Again, Hodgson remains upfront that the funding for the movie came primarily from the ownership, which he depicts as operating with operatic absurdity (it never acknowledges the various scandals and corruption allegations floating around Briatore and Ecclestone and their role in Britatore's exit). Though the movie has the rhythms of an underdog sports movie, we rarely see the players and have little sense of what is going on on the field. We keep track of the team's progress by seeing them moving up and down the table and through montages of the owners celebrating or angrily calling for the manager's head. Managers get more screen time, but come across like teenagers in the first 20 minutes of a slasher film, given veneers of personality before they are inevitably axed. Hodgson is more concerned with showing how Bhatia saves money by purchasing less ostentatious food and floral arrangements than why QPR has gone from mid-table embarrassment to champions. But that perspective is more compelling than the traditional narrative, not only because it is a part of sports not often captured, but also because Flavio Briatore comes across as irresistibly loathsome.
Manager Neil Warnock celebrates the 2011 championship. Ecclsteone quickly sold his share
to an ownership group headed by Malaysian airline magnate Tony Fernandes. Fernandes
fired Warnock into his first season in the Premier League, but QPR continued to scuffle
and was relegated back to the Championship after only one season
The Four Year Plan resonates because it illustrates the helplessness of sports fans when it comes to ownership. The movie depicts a team saved and backed by the unexpected largesse of deep-pocketed owners, but kept in chaos by volatile, impetuous, and incompetent management. Capricious owners have been around since the concept of owning sports teams was invented, but the almost unimaginable expenses and profits associated with modern professional sports and the globalization of leagues has amplified effects. Fans of teams with meddling, boorish, incompetent owners have no recourse other than futile chants and angry arias. The exception remains the Green Bay Packers, and I hate them so much that I hope their team is purchased by a Habsburg who moves the team to Jacksonville and changes the name to the Muskie Haters.
DON'T DESPAIR IT IS NEARLY FOOTBALL
If there is one thing more arbitrary and absurd than professional sports ownership, it is the NCAA. We are only about a month away from the season opener against Stanford, quarterback-related anguish, silent home snap counts, and hat vengeance.