An unfamiliar opening day: Blackpool actually look good

The opening game of 2019/20 season was a strange one for Blackpool fans for a number of reasons.

The pitch looked in good condition, the stands after so many opening games more or less empty were well-populated and there wasn’t even the usual gust of wind sweeping around Bloomfield Road.

But perhaps strangest of all was what seen on the pitch: Blackpool did not as they so often did under the regime of the previous owners look like a rag-tag bunch of free transfers and loan players cobbled together on the eve of the season.

By contrast, Simon Grayson’s team already looked to have makings of a well-oiled machine.

Grayson, although the day belonged to his namesake Sadler, has to take much of the credit for that.

The 5-3-2 system deploying Stephen Husband and Liam Feeney as wing-backs gave ‘Pool a balance between attack and defence and a variation to their play that was missing in the latter part of Terry McPhillips’s reign, in which the Seasiders had become a rather predictable long ball team.

The three centre-backs consisted of Curtis Tilt and Oliver Turton either side of Ryan Edwards, who like his fellow debutant Jack Alnwick behind him in goal, looked assured and confident at this level. Tilt and to a lesser extent Turton were both given license to join in with attacks when ‘Pool were in possession and their willingness to take the ball proved useful when recycling possession at the back.

Jay Spearing played his usual holding role, got a goal and an assist for his troubles, and was supported by the tenacious Jordan Thompson who was entrusted with the simple yet important task of winning the ball and dishing out to those around him, which he did with varying degrees of success throughout.

Ahead of him was Sullay Kaikai, who at first glance appears to have ability capable of carrying him a lot higher than League One. With pace and trickery, Kaikai playing in behind the two strikers, was a hub of creativity and given that his experience of regular football has been somewhat limited to date, he looks to be a player who will only better.

Up front was Armand Gnanduillet who scored an excellent diving header and caused Bristol Rovers problems throughout with his physicality. Nathan Delfouneso though less eye-catching was industrious as ever alongside him and added to the Seasiders’ cohesion going forward.

On this showing both the front two probably did enough to secure their starting places for next week’s trip to Southend. But the difference this campaign is that if their standards do drop at some point, they will not have the luxury as they often had last season of finding themselves on the team sheet regardless.

Two new strikers in Ryan Hardie and Joe Nuttall sat on the bench for the majority of the game (Nuttall replaced Gnanduillet with fifteen minutes to go) and neither have moved to Bloomfield Road to do that long-term.

To keep their places Gnanduillet and Delfouneso will have to perform every week, not every other week. And that can only bode well for Blackpool’s season.

Although positives were plentiful, it would be dangerous to view the victory through spectacles too bright a shade of tangerine: Bristol Rovers hit the post at nil-nil and at times were allowed space to run at the Seasiders’ backline.

But overall ‘Pool were worth the victory and even at this most infant of stages Grayson appears to have assembled a system that gets the best out of the two most talented players remaining from last season (Feeney and Tilt) while harnessing the abilities of promising new recruits Kaikai and Husband. With Gnanduillet Pool have the option to go long, but now seem equally willing to play through midfield. Something that most Blackpool fans will have undoubtedly enjoyed.

And rightly so. With a new owner in place, an experienced manager in the dugout and new signings who looked the part out on the pitch, as opening days go, this was an unfamiliarly promising one for Blackpool Football Club.

Book Review: Factotum by Charles Bukowski

Henry Chinaski the shameless yet strangely lovable aspiring writer and semi-autobiographical creation of Charles Bukowski returns in Factotum, where he continues to eke out a boozy, promiscuous existence only this time he does so via a series of menial jobs.

It is a lifestyle that Bukowski, as he did in Post Office succeeds in glamourising (up to a point) as Chinaski although a common bum in the eyes of society, has a series of entertaining adventures and meets memorable characters along his road as a journeyman. The falling off point preventing anyone from abandoning the structures of one’s own life coming via the perpetual danger of permanent homelessness that Chinaski flirts with. As he flits from town to town, resigning from one job and being sacked from next, Chinaski walks a novel-long tightrope over a pit of hopelessness that it is unlikely he will ever climb out of if he falls for good.

For a man in such bleak circumstances, he has fun with it. No sexual encounter is too dirty and there are no depths to which he will not sink for his own survival or gratification.

Though his fight for survival and brief bouts of pleasure are entertaining, they highlight just as Post Office did, the seemingly inescapable cycle of soul-destroying jobs and desperation people with failed career plans live in.

Chinaski’s admirable strength is that however grim things seem to get and however many jobs he loses, he dusts himself down, hits the road and turns up somewhere else in search of easy money and loose women.

Though most of the world see Henry Chinaski as a loser, he is in many ways a hero who never says die. His second outing only serves to solidify his legacy as the rogue who whatever the circumstances, refuses to let life beat him into submission.

Rating: 4/5 – Brave, honest and hilarious. Bukowski once again manages to make life on the brink of ruin look like a whole lot of fun.

Book Review: The Tattooist of Auschwitz by Heather Morris

As book titles go, The Tattooist of Auschwitz leaves little room for ambiguity, but beneath the obvious crux of the plot is a love story that gives hope to those in the bleakest of predicaments.

The story gets its title from the Slovakian Jew Lale Solokov whose ability to speak several languages lands him a job tattooing new arrivals at Auschwitz and Birkenau with the numbers that will serve as their new identity.

It is a job that gives Lale a better life than he otherwise would have in a concentration camp although like most work it is not without its drawbacks, in this case having to appear amiable towards SS officers.

But when he falls in love with prisoner number 34902 (otherwise known as Gita) while tatooing her, Lale’s time at Auschwitz becomes about much more than making his hellish existence that little bit more comfortable, turning instead into battle for survival, escape and eventual marriage.

Throughout his struggle, Lale encounters several men in similar situations to himself. Men willing to call their oppressors their colleagues in exchange for preferential treatment who can do nothing but stand back and watch as their fellow prisoners are slaughtered.

With decades of hindsight, it is easy to condemn such actions as those of spineless, cowardly people, but when one stops to consider the plight of such men, their actions are less of a slight on the individuals involved and more of an illustration of the evil of the camps themselves.

The Nazi’s created an environment stripped of everything except fear and the natural human instinct to do whatever possible to survive. In such places, desperation not principles lead one’s actions.

Like any story set in a concentration camp, the Tattooist of Auschwitz can be a bludgeoning read at times, but the overall message of this real-life story is one of optimism: that however horrendous one’s surroundings are, it is always possible to find love.

Rating: 3/5 Classic love-in-hopeless-surroundings story, the only difference is that this one actually happened! Flits from horrific to charming page by page.

Book Review: Conversations With Friends by Sally Rooney

As a rule I like to keep my reading as varied as possible, but having read Sally Rooney’s second novel Normal People barely a month ago I felt compelled to read her debut, Conversations With Friends.

Normal People grabbed me because of its complex main characters whose experiences at university spoke to me as a millennial graduate.

And having now read Conversations With Friends I can see that Normal People built upon the foundations Rooney had already laid with her first novel.

Conservations with Friends like Normal People is all about relationships. Namely four people two couples, one marriage and one affair that threatens to blow the entire dynamic between student lovers Frances and Bobbi, and married actor Nick and his writer wife Melissa to smithereens.

It is Frances and Nick’s affair that disrupt the four friends lives as they find an intimacy and comfort in one another that their actual partners fail to provide, and Rooney’s portrayal of their relationship is the undoubted strength of the novel.

The dynamic between the pair left me fascinated. Nick is in his thirties, has good looks, fame and money yet when he is alone with Frances it is she, the penniless student dreaming of becoming a writer, who has a hold over him.

There is a detail to Frances and Nick’s intimacy that suggests Rooney is writing from a place of total authenticity and as I found with Normal People, there is a definite sense that Conversations With Friends has its ear to the ground.

Same-sex relationships, issues surrounding mental health and self-harm as well as student austerity are all dealt with in a story that is engrossing until its end.

If I was going to nit-pick with Rooney, I’d say that Normal People’s Connell and Marianne aren’t quite as white-hot as Frances and Nick are here.

But regardless of which couple I find more interesting, there is no doubt that Rooney is scratching beneath the surface of something that many a millennial university graduate can relate to and producing stories that are as unique as they are contemporary.

I cannot claim to have had my finger on the pulse to the same extent: I picked Rooney’s novels up because I saw them in the book charts and decided to see what all the fuss was about more than anything.

But however I came to read them, having now read both of Rooney’s titles, I can say with confidence that the fuss is more than justified.

Rating: 4/5 Interesting characters dealing with modern-day problems. Contemporary fiction nailed.

Larry Grayson’s re-generation game: Simon Grayson returns to Blackpool with Championship football the aim

In the brief window between Terry McPhillips’s resignation and the re-appointment of Simon Grayson, I allowed my mind to run wild with various sensational and left-field options to occupy the then-vacant Blackpool FC manager’s post. A return for one-time messiah Ian Holloway, I wondered. Charlie Adam as player-manager, I speculated. I even flirted with the idea of Roy Keane kickstarting his managerial career at Bloomfield Road before concluding that I would like to have seen Newport County boss Mike Flynn given the job.

Having performed admirably at the Welsh club under draconian financial restrictions a move to Blackpool would have represented a step up in class for Flynn and given that he had two spells at Bloomfield Road as a player, I think it is unlikely he would have turned down any would-be offer.

Flynn’s appointment would have probably been more exciting than Grayson’s as there is always a sense that a manager with a thus far unblemished record could be the next big thing; but by the same token, there was always the possibility the jump in level and expectation could prove too much for Flynn.

New owner Simon Sadler evidently thought as much if Flynn did ever come into the reckoning as what we have ended up with is a safe pair of hands, not a bright young coach.

Grayson once fitted such a description, ironically when he was last at Blackpool and left for his boyhood club Leeds United in December 2008. But the intervening years, though not without their successes, have not been kind to his reputation.

Though his credentials at League One level are sterling, he has stewarded us, Leeds, Huddersfield Town and (holds nose) Preston North End out of the division, he is widely regarded to have been found out at Championship level, even the most talented of his teams (Leeds) plateauing outside of the play-offs.

And while a failure to turn Championship teams into legitimate promotion contenders by no means disqualifies him for the Blackpool job, his two most recent managerial outings do raise further question marks against his name.

First, there is his time at Sunderland, where he won just one league game and was sacked after four months. But more worrying from a Blackpool perspective, is his record in his last job, in charge of Bradford City.

Grayson’s remit on arrival at Valley Parade was to guide the Bantams to promotion, with the Yorkshire side just outside the play-offs. But City faltered under his stewardship winning only three games on the way to finishing eleventh, which puts a blot against his record as the quintessential League One manager and raises doubts about his abilities to succeed on his return to Bloomfield Road that would not otherwise have been there.

Personally, I’m prepared to give him a pass on both of his last two jobs. He’s not the first decent manager to fail at Sunderland and I imagine arriving to take up the reigns there must have been akin to turning up to clean a derelict mansion armed with nothing more than a toothbrush and a small cup of water. The Bradford episode is more surprising as it’s a job I’d have expected him to do better in given his record, especially given that he won promotion with Huddersfield in 2012 after arriving in February, but again, I’m willing to let that slide.

His three best spells as a manager came with us, Leeds and at Preston and in each of these jobs he was afforded pre-seasons and the opportunity to build his own team.

Though (thankfully) he never looked like finishing in the play-offs with Preston, he did well enough at Deepdale to convince a club like Sunderland to appoint him and that was only two years ago and despite his two failures since I think there is still enough in his body of work to suggest his return won’t be a car crash.

His biggest strength has always been his ability to bring in quality players and this is a commodity Blackpool, after several years operating under austerity measures, are in short supply of.

In his first spell at Bloomfield Road, Grayson brought in the majority of the players involved in the club’s promotion to the Premier League in 2010, with seven of the players who represented the Seasiders in the play-off final in 2010 being his signings. At Leeds, he brought in some genuine fan’s favourites in Ross McCormack and Max Gradel, not to mention Kasper Schmeichel. And at Preston, he signed the likes of Aiden McGeady, Greg Cunningham, and Jordan Hugill, all of whom were sold on for a profit. He also seems to have something of a knack for identifying future England goalkeepers, taking Jordan Pickford on loan at Preston in a similar fashion to the way he once took a young Joe Hart on loan at Blackpool.

Tactically, there was never anything too sophisticated going on during Grayson’s time at Blackpool, it tended to be a 4-4-2 with players in their correct positions. Giving Wes Hoolahan license to roam in search of the ball was about as complicated as it got.

This is perhaps why Ian Holloway with his adventurous 4-3-3 was able to get players Grayson had brought in (I’m thinking Ian Evatt, Alex Baptiste and David Vaughan in particular) to reach levels many would have previously thought beyond them. And it is perhaps Grayson’s somewhat rudimentary tactical repertoire that has seen him hit a ceiling in the Championship throughout his career.

But Blackpool are not a Championship side and it is clear from this appointment that the question mark over Grayson’s record in the second tier is very much a bridge that can be crossed at a later date in the mind of the new owner.

Book Review: Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte

I read Wuthering Heights more because I felt I probably should have done by now than because it was crying out at me to be read, and this bore fruit as I trudged my way through it.

In the beginning, it had me. The early descriptions of Wuthering Heights and the moors cultivate a sense of isolation and build a contained world in which characters will later toil and it was easy to see why this aspect of the novel has received the plaudits it has over the years.

But then there was the story, which I found meandered around without grabbing me at any point and by the time I was halfway through, that early sense of excitement that I had picked up something that was outstanding from the first page, had petered out. A lot of the time, I was reading in fits and starts rather than an hour at a time which probably exacerbated my disharmony with the flow of the story. But when I look back on the best books I have ever read (even if I only managed a handful of pages in a particular sitting) I never felt the same distance to the storyline as I did here.

Everything is centred around the troubled, terrible Heathcliff and the main point I took away from Wuthering Heights was the idea that a damaged childhood often forges a damaging adult; although Heathcliff is by no means the first character to suffer from such afflictions.

It was not without its moments but overall, I was glad to see the back of Wuthering Heights. Maybe I’m a philistine, maybe there was something wonderful at work that I didn’t see, but for what it’s worth; I’d advise those considering a visit to Wuthering Heights to listen to four a half minutes of Kate Bush, rather than read 245 pages of Emily Bronte.

Rating: 2/5

Ever since its release this book has polarised opinion. I’d have to place myself alongside the cynics on this one.

Book Review: Post Office by Charles Bukowski

Anyone who has ever flirted with the idea of trimming some of the responsibility in their life can take a raw glimpse into a life of reckless abandon in Charles Bukowski’s debut novel Post Office.

Through scoundrel protagonist Henry ‘Hank’ Chinaski, Bukowski explores a world of exhaustive menial work that funds an inconsequential life of sex, alcoholism, and gambling.

Although it is clear Chinaski has taken more than a couple of wrong turns at some point and should probably know better than to live the way he does; it occasionally appears that he has bypassed conventional wisdom and hacked the system as he enjoys an eventful life of instant gratification and simple work. The work itself is never made out to be anything other than an unglamorous slog, but the carefree and at times triumphant manner in which Chinaski goes about his life, at times, has one teetering on the brink of giving up the career and signing up as a postman for a simple life filled with cheap thrills.

But amid the triumphs Chinaski enjoys during his time at the US Postal service, there is an undertone of caution as the strain the job and the subsequent lifestyle Chinaski partakes in to tolerate it, begins to take its toll on his health.

While the post office may not be the titan it was nearly fifty years ago when the novel was first published, menial jobs are still at large in western society and while a 21^st Century Henry Chinaski might no longer work for the post office, he might work in an Amazon warehouse or as a Deliveroo driver. Despite Chinaski’s best efforts, Post Office is a reminder that exhaustive menial jobs are seldom good for a person’s health. And in a society which despite advances in technology, is still full of such work, it is a message worth remembering.

Book Review: Normal People by Sally Rooney

When popular student-athlete Connell and studious loner, Marianne, start a secret relationship it appears little more than an ill-conceived experiment, but as Sally Rooney’s Normal People progresses, it soon becomes clear that the unlikely couple have far more in common than it first appears. Not least their fondness of each other.

Although their initial fling begins at school, sparks begin to fly between the pair when they leave their small home town of Carricklea for Trinity College in Dublin; where despite their best efforts to pursue new relationships, they find themselves repeatedly drawn to one another in times of strife.

University is the place where both characters develop, in Marianne’s case, into a more outgoing personality, and in Connell’s case, into a talented writer. Although the platform University provides for self-discovery is never in doubt, it does not stop Rooney from critiquing some of the less wonderful aspects of undergraduate life that many millennial graduates will be able to relate to.

This is primarily done through the eyes of working-class Connell, who looks on in bemusement at his middle-class peers as he fights for a scholarship. To them, a scholarship is a badge to be worn, to him, it is a financial lifeline. The pretentiousness intrinsic to certain spheres of university life is also examined in a number of scenes. The instance where one member of Marianne’s peer group’s is disgusted by the prospect of drinking champagne out of supposedly unbefitting glasses, being as good an example as any. With characters capable of such reactions ten-a-penny on campus, it is unsurprising that Connell, who wears Adidas trainers to lectures and (unlike his fellow students) does not boast an extensive collection of chinos, finds himself the perennial social outsider. The flimsiness that accompanies relationships with the more status-conscious element of the student cohort is demonstrated as the years go by; with several characters who are at one time mainstays in the social lives of Marianne and Connell, falling off the radar completely as the pair’s academic careers progress.

The frank portrayal of life at Trinity gives authority to a story of two characters who despite their differences and personal struggles, find security in one another. And when one puts down Normal People, their existence seems as real as the university they attend.

Rating: 4/5 A book that captures the essence of student life for millennials with two fascinating, complex characters.

Gary Taylor-Fletcher: An Unlikely Blackpool FC Hero

If recent sporting events have shown us anything, it is that impressive aesthetics do not always correlate with success (yes I’m talking about Anthony Joshua). Although fans often marvel at the physical excellence of the world’s greatest athletes, there is, for my money, a sight at the opposite end of the spectrum that is just as gratifying. That sight being the athlete who couldn’t look less impressive if they tried triumphing over their apparently superior counterpart.

Even as an Englishman I cannot deny that seeing Andy Ruiz Jr – a man who wouldn’t look out of place at my local weight watchers meeting – knock out Joshua was rather beautiful. There is something about an athlete who doesn’t look the part succeeding that gives the other 99.9% of us in the world who don’t look like Anthony Joshua or Cristiano Ronaldo hope, and makes us believe in fairy tales once again. I’m not saying that there is no joy in watching supreme ultra-professional athletes achieve greatness, but from a personal point of view, the unlikely hero trumps the superhero every time.

And in the recent history of Blackpool Football Club, there have been few heroes more unlikely than Gary Taylor-Fletcher, who last week announced his retirement from football aged 38.

Taylor-Fletcher arrived at Bloomfield Road in the summer of 2007 and his arrival was greeted with very little fanfare. Understandable given that he had spent his career thus far bouncing around non-league and the lower leagues enjoying (this may not be the right word) spells at Northwich Victoria, Leyton Orient, Grays Athletic and Dagenham & Redbridge, before more successful stays at Lincoln City and Huddersfield Town followed.

Fans were underwhelmed when they saw him in the flesh as well. Rotund, with a round face and a receding hairline, he did not exactly scream club legend in the making.

But when Taylor-Fletcher’s Blackpool career ended six summers later, few would argue he deserved anything less than such a moniker.

Slow but with close-control and guile that would often embarrass much quicker defenders, Taylor-Fletcher spent more than half a decade surprising opponents with his contributions down the right flank and in front of goal and of all the heroes that emerged from finest period in the Seasiders’ recent history (2009-2012), Taylor-Fletcher was as ubiquitous as any in ‘Pool’s finest hours.

He took a whack in the face to bundle in Blackpool’s second equaliser in the 2010 Championship Play-Off Final. He scored the club’s first ever goal in the Premier League against Wigan Athletic in a shock 4-0 win a few months later. He hit the club’s last goal in the top flight the following May, a majestic backheel at Old Trafford which put the Seasiders 2-1 up and had supporters dreaming of a final-day escape before ‘Pool were eventually beaten 4-2. His thumping volley on the opening day of the following season at Hull City gave the Tangerines a 1-0 win and helped banish any lingering relegation-induced hangover. And it was the broad-chested Liverpudlian’s link-play and nous when leading the line towards the end of the same season (11-12) that harnessed the attacking potential of young wingers Matt Phillips and Thomas Ince to devastating effect on ‘Pool’s run to a second Championship Play-Off Final in three seasons.

Taylor-Fletcher sat out the final through injury and the Seasiders were beaten 2-1 by West Ham United. But with most supporters believing ‘Pool had been unlucky to lose the match, the question of what impact a fit Taylor-Fletcher, might have had on proceedings is still asked by Blackpool fans when recalling the final. While this question will remain one of those tantalising, unanswerable, ‘what ifs’, it is nonetheless a testament to the role the forward played during the latter part of that season.

Like most of his team-mates during those three dramatic years at the club, Taylor-Fletcher played his best football at Blackpool. But along with those who departed the club either before or around the same time as him: Charlie Adam, David Vaughan, Keith Southern, Stephen Crainey, Ian Evatt, Alex Baptiste and DJ Campbell; he went on to enjoy moderate levels of success after leaving Bloomfield Road. Taylor-Fletcher played a bit-part role in Leicester City’s 2013/14 promotion to the Premier League jostling with Jamie Vardy, Riyad Mahrez, Chris Wood and Anthony Knockeart for a starting position, before playing a handful of games for The Foxes in the Premier League the following season.

His contribution to Leicester City’s rise to prominence proved that – contrary to the belief held by some – he was not a lower-league journeyman overperforming under Ian Holloway at Blackpool; but a player with talent that belied his physical appearance, who at the peak of his powers, would have been a welcome addition to any promotion-chasing Championship side.

Ten years on from Ian Holloway’s arrival at Bloomfield Road, one would be hard-pressed to find a player more illustrative of what that Blackpool team was about than Taylor-Fletcher. Unglamorous on paper, hard-working, and a much better footballer than most would ever dare to believe; Gary Taylor-Fletcher was the unlikeliest of heroes in a dressing room full of them.

Happy retirement Gary, thanks for the memories.

Book review: The Silmarillion by J.R.R. Tolkein

In the precursor to the Lord of the Rings detailing forces of good and evil are pitted against one another as they, like those that follow them, battle for something shiny. In the case of The Silmarillion, it is the jewels known as the Silmarils that give the book its title that are the at the heart of the conflict in middle earth.

The story concerns itself with the attempts of various elves and men to seize the Silmarils from dark lord Morgoth who steals them from their creator Feanor at the outset. It is a narrative that is not without its twists and turns, although the sheer number of different characters launching attacks on Morgoth and his forces on various occasions makes forging a bond with the main protagonists much more of a chore than it ever was in The Lord of The Rings.

That said The Silmarillion at no stage feels like it is trying to be anything other than a comprehensive chronicling of the events that preceded the Lord of the Rings and it is written with an authority that suggests the act of putting these events on paper was more one of thorough duty than invention.

The entire book is written with a certainty that gives it the feel of a sacred scripture more than a novel and while this may alienate some, it is a style, that like or not, must be hailed. It is a style that only a writer who has accounted for every last blade of grass and tree in the world he has created could ever produce. Tolkein’s boldness is such that we never stop to think of middle earth as being anything other than real, even at the mention of balrogs, orcs and elves.

It is this bold, confident and authoritative style rather than the story itself that makes The Silmarillion a masterful piece of work by a genius in full command of his world.

It will never be everyone’s favourite walk in the woods and nor was it meant to be, but regardless of its subject matter, it should at the very least be given the respect it deserves.

Rating: 3/5