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Sunday, June 13, 2004

TV Review - Saturday 12th June

"It's a tournament of such prestige they named a currency after it" The BBC know how to start a show, and here's no exception as, with the aid of the satellite picture showing the location of the ground that appears to be the intro to the stadium picture for their live games this tournament, there appears to be a massive zoom-in to Gary on a rooftop. The titles, using a completely unmemorable mix of Basement Jaxx's Good Luck, feature players running between buildings and lots of flashing lights in lines, which appears to be the big new graphics trick this year as they turn up in UEFA's tournament ident and ITV's coverage too. Eventually we get to the studio, after a Euro 2004 Top Trumps graphic, to find Alan, Peter and Ian looking hot, Wright apparently wearing a painter and decorator's trousers. After Gary's asked Peter about public opinion in Portugal, a country he left in 2001, we cross to Barry for the opening ceremony. Now David Coleman's in retirement nobody does an opening ceremony like Barry, as he's always keen to tell us every detail he can lay his hands on and everything going on, hence his notification of "various things to do with navigation" appearing and an invocation of Vasco de Gama. The explorer, not the Brazilian team, obviously. Perhaps fortunately he chooses not to comment on the kid standing in front of Luis Figo giving a peace sign to camera. Rattled by the lack of team captions that stay on screen for a period of time whereby he can read them, he then appears to make a comment off-mike between describing the first Greek goal and Lawro chiming in. Mark does go on to set an early high water mark for the earliest reference to an awkward pronunication of one of them foreigners of eight minutes in, while Barry sets Clive Tyldesley a target to aim for by referring to Man Utd's Champions League win after 12 minutes. This is a rare excursion into modern thinking for Barry, who at one point complains "how many years down the road will they be playing with a beach ball?" "You know Greece are doing well because Big Phil's got the pout on" - yes, Lawro, and because of the scoreline too. At half time you can tell Wright wants to improve his public image but is still hampered by details such as not knowing the names of the players - "what do you think of Charisteas?" "The number nine?... the number 15, he's not bad", although he's not so enamoured of the Spanish player who "in the warm-up I was caning him". Barry seems to expect fireworks only when Cristiano Ronaldo enters the fray, only to become annoyed at cross after cross being left ("yet again!"), although given Pauleta was unmarked at the far post for one cross only to run *away* from the ball it's hardly surprising. One habit of the local producers that will annoy over time is the cut straight to a crowd or bench shot immediately after a goal or goalmouth action. Show us the player reaction first! What Lawro perhaps overstatingly calls "arguably the best result ever in any competition" isn't derailed by Portugal's consolation goal, Barry apparently not knowing who'd scored until the replay. Back in the studio Alan gleefully tears Ronaldo's crossing apart even though there's not that much wrong with it apart from players in the centre not having a clue, while Gary worries that "they might knock the Olympic stadium down" celebrating in Athens. "Portugal have discovered it's very hard to remove Greece" is clearly a line been working on for some time to close game 1.

We return 25 minutes later to find someone's stuck a board in front of the studio window. "It feels like we're in a giant Outspan" Gary comments, to which Alan replies "it's an expensive business". Er, yes. An early moment of confusion comes when Canizares is pinpointed as key to Spain's chances only for Peter to point out Casillas is playing in his stead. In the commentary box Motson is effusive in welcoming Mick McCarthy into the TV team for a major tournament again. It was McCarthy's man-management skills that got Ireland as far as they went in 2002, and they're ably demonstrated when he retorts to Motson making the point that Raul Bravo's form improved after he left his loan spell at Leeds with "my career would have got a revival if I'd gone to Real Madrid, I think." Tell that to David Beckham. "The fans are wearing red, the steward is wearing yellow and his flag is red and yellow!" provides a moment of amusement to Motty, who's soon distracted by an Abramovich cutaway - is this the Premiership again? - and Mick slagging off the tannoy announcer for not speaking Russian. He then decides to make sport of Sergei Ovchinnikov's ponytail, only to be brought short when Motty reminds him "there is another keeper even older with a ponytail who we know about". We've always thought Motson's reliance on statistics was an overplayed gag, but he does worryingly get obsessed by relative players' ages at one point in the second half. This sidetracking may explain why he refers at one point to the Soviets and feels it necessary to point out "you have to call him (Xabi Alonso) that, it's his name". Ah, that'll be it. When Spain have a goal disallowed neither man seems to be able to agree on whether it was for handball or a foul on the keeper, although both know that both occurred. Mick then comments on a Kariaka shot being ambitious as "he's got 20 players in front of him", to which Motty commends him on doing "well to count them all", which leads him to cod-sheepishly admit "I was wrong, there was 19". "I didn't dare say it, mate" Motty somewhat overfamiliarly responds, before getting completely thrown by the sending off incident - "is that Smertin? No it's not, luckily... oh, it's red". Lucky, eh? The analysis centres on replaying the 36 seconds between Valeron's substitute arrival and his goal before Gary chances his arm with his public: "it's England v France tomorrow, but we've got the big one, Croatia v Switzerland - join us, please." Oh, go on then, you've twisted our arm.

2 Comments:

At 6:11 AM, Blogger AdamK said...

Top reporting, as always! Room for another?

PORTUGAL v GREECE
BBC: Lineker presents; Hansen, Schmeichel, Wright analyse; Davies & Lawrenson commentate
ITV: Drury & Pleat commentate (but who’s going to stay up to listen to them, eh?)

So here we go then, with just the slight concern that the tennis might stick around longer than expected (fortunately Sue interrupts mid-game to tell us to switch to BBC2 if we are so inclined. We aren't.) The BBC blow their annual special effects budget immediately by zooming in from a satellite photo of Portugal to a sweeping OB shot of Gary (of course) leaning on a balcony looking out over the majestic sights of Porto. Sadly, the mood is spoiled somewhat by some nasty audio feedback that continues throughout the pre-match analysis (the newly-McGowanned Schmeichel, the also-McGowanned-even-though-Alistair-said-he'd-forgotten-how-to-do-him Hansen, and - hnngh - Ian Wright, since you were wondering) until we are taken over to a mercifully brief Opening Ceremony.

"The ship making its way off in reverse, which is rather disappointing" - Barry Davies' eye for Opening Ceremony detail works wonders once again.
The small child tasked to wave a small England flag instead seems rather preoccupied with the drawstrings on his shorts.
There are lots of slightly overweight people wearing unfortunately skin-tight bodysuits, rather reminiscent of the Tron man of internet infamy earlier this year...
"A few nerves from the Greek supporters" is Barry's response to the sight of a bopping Greek fan, who upon getting a close-up on worldwide TV promptly puts a fag in his mouth. The TV director obviously learned from this and all the many subsequent fan close-ups seem to focus on female Portuguese fans instead.
Sky Blue shirts for the match officials?
The fat kid standing in front of Luis Figo during the national anthems insists on doing a Victory sign to camera until it pans away from him, which takes an eternity.
The Portuguese fans appear to be chanting along merrily to the tune of Men Without Hats' "Pop Goes The World".
Barry bemoans the apparent lack of a Portuguese team line-up caption before kick-off, though in fact they are shown in line-up order rather pointlessly only for about a quarter of a second before switching to show them in their positions on the pitch.
Speaking of which, the host broadcaster's captions are once again a pale imitation of Italia '90. Animated flags and players’ names rising slowly from the bottom of the screen – that’s what we want, EBU!
The BBC's own score caption helpfully shows each team's colour under their names, perhaps as an attempt to stave off those "which team is which?" inquiries you normally get from some ignorant football-avoider who's just popped into the room.
Advert hoarding watch: The usual suspects, with noticeably fewer obscure dot com companies than Euro 2000. Even UEFA's own website is limited to a couple of spots by the far side corner flags. A disappointing lack of amusingly-named cheap 'n' cheerful local hoardings down by the nearside touchline where you don't see them very often, with only Galp Energia of note.
Incidentally, when did Coca-Cola hoardings change to using the Company logo rather than just listing the brand name in a peculiarly ordinary font that has never actually been used on the drink itself?

Random moment that will probably be picked out by Fantasy Football watch: forget the transit of Venus, Paulo Ferreira seems to be too busy watching a transit of the airship's shadow across the pitch just before conceding possession to Karagounis for the opening goal ("...and the 350th goal in European Championship history!" Yes, cheers Barry). Teams visiting Stamford Bridge next season will be trying to book the Goodyear Blimp for the day...
"He's a man whose birthday it is today" says Barry as Fyssas balloons a shot over the bar after 13 minutes, never one to be minded to choose a uncomplicated technique of structuring a sentence if obfuscation is a possibility.
The aforementioned UEFA website apparently allows you to vote for Man of the Match immediately after kick-off, and also lets you choose anyone in the squad rather than just the players on the pitch so far. Hmm, I think I'll pick Portugal's sub keeper Quim, just for all-too-predictable comedy name purposes.
"I rather suspect that will not be the only occasion," chides Barry after Lawro makes the first late-offside-decision criticism of the tournament. Mark meekly acknowledges his cliché.
"You know Greece are doing well because Figo has the full pout on," points out Mark.
"The Greeks are wanting the half-time whistle but the clock is showing 44:40...41" Barry temporarily forgets that we already have an on-screen caption to do that job for us.

I develop momentary Ian Wright deafness from time to time so am unable to tell what causes all the half-time hilarity just after Lineker's simpering Beckham interview (never leave a pregnant pause immediately after greeting a player during a satellite delay, Gary, or else "hi............how are you?" is exactly the kind of response you can expect). Presumably some kind of rotten 'Goldenballs'/scratching oneself on a hotel balcony reference.

Olé! Into the second half, and supposed super-sub Cristiano Ronaldo shows why the recent Nike advert didn't focus too much on well-timed tackles in the box. Been taking tips from Phil Neville, Cristiano?
"The ball is not, incidentally, on the spot...but Greece lead by two goals to nil!" Well, there goes my fiver for a Portugal 2+ goal win, then.
As the second half wears on, Barry starts to take Portugal's failure to put a man in the box to collect the numerous wasted crosses as a personal affront: "they all got sucked to the far post again...well, the near post, but the ball got sucked to the far post!” (Alan and Ian get rather heated after the match as to whether it was Ronaldo's delivery (advocated by Hansen) or the strikers' collective bad positioning (championed by Wright) that was more at fault. Naturally, Hansen prevails.)
Ceefax subtitles seem to have great difficulty in distinguishing Barry's enunciation of "the Greeks" from "degrees", with hilarious consequences.
Collina watch: Surprisingly, there is precious little until the 90th minute, so anyone playing a Euro 2004 drinking game will have gone thirsty. "Once again, credit to Mr Collina..." says Barry. "I think he's very, very good," agrees Mark.
Yay! Shots of disgruntled home fans leaving early! Typically, they miss Ronaldo partially redeeming himself by pulling one back "...in the third minute of extra time." That's *stoppage* time Barry, as well you know.
"Hope they're not celebrating too much in Athens, they might just knock the Olympic stadium down!" quips Gary.
"Big Phil! Two words you never want to hear on television" says Gary, cryptically.
Presenter's cheesy closing line: "Portugal have discovered that it's very difficult to remove Greece..."

Cynical multinational sportswear league table: Adidas 1, Nike 0.

SPAIN v RUSSIA
BBC: Lineker presents; Hansen, Schmeichel, Wright analyse; Motson & McCarthy commentate
ITV: who knows? Champion & Townsend, at a guess.

The Basement Jaxx theme tune is jarring already. Has the entire Portuguese musical back catalogue really got no Classic FM-friendly slow, meandering, thoughtful tune that would have been more appropriate?
Gary continues to present (although it's not immediately obvious before the opening video montage whether he's nipped out to a mobile studio in the car park or if they're still inside the Dragão stadium and have just put some drapes in front of the window. Luckily Gary soon answers my question by comparing the lovely orange curtains to an Outspan), so Ray will have to wait for Croatia v Switzerland tomorrow.
Schmeichel points out that the BBC’s pre-match Spanish line-up caption incorrectly has his favoured option of Canizares in goal rather than everyone’s perceived best-in-the-world Casillas, whom he goes on to criticise somewhat. Meanwhile, Hansen also decides to have a go at a sacred cow by dismissing Raul as Morientes’ inferior. Somewhere in the madness, Schmeichel apparently tips Russia to win the tournament, a point which Hansen promises not to forget.
Away from the frivolity in Porto, John Motson welcomes us to Faro-Loulé and compares the stadium to the Japanese ones used two years ago, but promises that there'll be no references to breakfast this time round. He's obviously been reading his reviews!
A quick obligatory cut to Roman Abramovich during the Russian national anthem, looking every bit like a tourist at his first football game, decked out in cheap knock-off Russian t-shirt and baseball cap.

"The referee's assistant on the far side has attracted the referee's attention to an earlier offside!" Cheers John.
Curious foreign name pronunciation watch: John insists in going with "Este-berria" rather than the more common "Etch-a-berria", showing a Davies-esque petulance not seen since his “Jostein Flew” days. Mick McCarthy’s not playing along, regardless.
"Russia beaten in '88 by that goal from Van Basten that came out of heaven, not out of Holland!" Right you are, then.
I haven't studied the tabloid pull-outs this year, but has anyone made the 'Sennikov sounds a bit like Senokot' link yet? If not, mark this down as a possible Fantasy Football Thing We Noticed Whilst Watching Euro 2004 This Week, especially if he gets trapped at the back at any point.
"The Spanish fans are in red, the stewards in yellow, and the [linesman's] flag is red and yellow!" Motty sympathises with the referee's presumed inability to see his assistant's flag. Incidentally, what happened to the radio link-up trials between the officials mooted at last year's Confederations Cup (http://www.officialsports.co.uk/ubb/ultimatebb.php?ubb=get_topic;f=1;t=000006)?
"It's interesting that the announcer mentions the name of the player receiving the yellow card," observes John as Smertin becomes the third name in the book (he obviously wasn't paying attention for the earlier two). Mick points out that the announcement is made only in Portuguese, as if to suggest that the attending Spanish and Russian fans won't be able to tell who the cautioned player is merely by the traditional method of noting which player the referee actually points the card at.

"And it's number 21, Valeron, and I think it's his first touch!" Motty is as non-committal as ever in saluting Spain's goal. Why did I not bet on a half-time draw/full-time Spain win?
"That must be - about - the quickest ever European Championship goal...by a substitute!" - more back-covering from John after the backroom boys tell him the substitute scored just 36 seconds after coming off the bench.
"The Soviets...er, Russians are going to make a change!"
"Is that Smertin? Luckily it's not. Oh yes, it's red, it's Sharonov"

Cynical multinational sportswear league table: Adidas 2, Nike 0. The Germans storm into an early lead. They'll be dancing in the sweatshops of Cambodia tonight! (Allegedly.)

 
At 8:19 AM, Blogger Simon said...

Excellent stuff. Although I've just realised we've both forgotten to mention Motty's reference to "Rio Bra... Raul Bravo".

 

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