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Day: 27 October 2015

30 years before equality in football

It could be 30 years before black and minority ethnic (BME) managers are properly represented in English Football, according to a new study by Sports People’s Think Tank. The report found that only 23 out of 552 elite coaching roles are held by BME people. That is just 4 per cent of the available positions, despite 25 per cent of players being from BME backgrounds.

Last week, the Mancunion Sport section brought to you an interview with Viv Anderson—the first ever black player to represent England—as part of the celebrations for Black History Month. The focal point of the evening was Anderson’s thoughts on the lack of black managers within the English game. 15 years ago when Anderson took on the manager’s job at Barnsley, he was only the second black manager in England. Today, there are only six black managers at the 72 Football League clubs.

The report concluded, in the same way it did last year when the study started, that “a form of institutional discrimination” continues to limit opportunities for BME coaches. Speaking on the night, Anderson put this down to the perception that notable black candidates are seen to be good players, but people doubt their ability to go into management.

The recent report has brought repeated calls for the FA to stand up, take notice and, ultimately, deliver action. Anderson spoke of how many players, when they go into retirement, have that desire to enter football management but this is proving to be a struggle for BME players. Such sentiments have been echoed by Jason Roberts, who believes that many black players are coming to the end of their career and thinking, “well there’s no opportunity for me as a manager, and the statistics only prove that.”

Graham Taylor, the Professional Footballers’ Association Chief Executive, spoke during the interview with Anderson of his recounted conversations with the likes of Jimmy Floyd Hasselbaink and Chris Hughton, who had serious doubts that they could make it into football management because of the lack of representation. For Roberts, the English game is losing potentially top managers and top coaches due to the fact there appears to be a “structured exclusion of a minority in football.”

Former Birmingham defender Michael Johnson agrees with such sentiments, having waited for four years before being successfully interviewed for a role with Cardiff City’s academy this year. For Johnson, “the networks are closed off” due to the fact that “predominately, football is run by white, older men.” He added: “I couldn’t get any more qualified. But I was out of work from August 2011 to August 2015. My main challenge was getting to the table to show people what I’m about…”

Such opportunities to show one’s capabilities as a manager have become increasingly difficult for BME coaches and Anderson believes that this is down to the very fact the game has orientated into a “results business”.

Anderson remarked on the evening that something significant had to be done, and hether this came in the form of American Football’s Rooney Rule, something had to be done to help people from minority backgrounds to enter football management.

The Football League is set to vote on bringing in a version of the Rooney Rule at its 2016 annual general meeting.

It would see clubs interviewing one BME candidate for each head coach or manager role from next season.

Such a move would be welcomed by Johnson: “Hopefully this will start to make things easier for talented black managers, who are qualified to get in front of chief execs and chairmen, just to show they are capable of doing a fantastic job.”

The FA is currently spending £1.4m over five seasons on BME coaching bursaries, including working with England development teams. The Premier League has made additional space available to BME applicants on its elite coach apprenticeship scheme to help develop world-leading coaches.

The Football Association said it has endorsed “the principles of the Rooney Rule in its own hiring processes,” but talk is nothing without action. Their track record of protecting minorities in football is particularly suspect when you take into account Eva Carneiro’s recent departure from Chelsea as First Team Doctor, in which the FA failed to punish José Mourinho after he had effectively dropped her for doing her job. Women in the medical profession involved with football are also a minority.

Obviously things do not change overnight but clearly, with these appalling statistics, not enough is being done to challenge the decision makers at football clubs and structured exclusion of a minority in football will long continue if nothing is done.

The report that will be presented to the All-Party Parliamentary Football Group at Westminster on Wednesday,classes senior coaching positions as anything from a manager through to an under-18s coach.

Key findings from the report

· 18 of 92 clubs (20 per cent) employ a BME coach in a senior position
· Barriers to BME coach progression remain and include “conscious and unconscious racial bias and stereotypes”
· There is a “consequent lack of BME role models at all levels”
· It will monitor the “upward career mobility” of a number of other BME coaches in less senior roles such as Richard Shaw at Crystal Palace, Eddie Newton at Chelsea, Ledley King at Tottenham, Darren Moore at West Brom and Michael Johnson at Cardiff.

The Blues’ Boos

The relationship between Manchester City and UEFA is that of two teenage stepbrothers being forced to move in together and share a room. They don’t get along, but for reasons beyond their control, they must learn to co-exist with one another. Manchester City are not going anywhere—they will find themselves in the Champions League for much of the foreseeable future, and UEFA can do nothing about that. Similarly, UEFA are not going anywhere and ultimately govern European football, and even if England leave the EU, City will find themselves under this bracket of footballing law. Despite this, squabbles and bickering are constantly coming from both sides, and these stepbrothers are beginning to get quite petty.

The arguments began with quite serious subjects, such as racism from CSKA Moscow fans, and supporter outcries at financial regulations for the newly rich City, but now UEFA have thrown their toys out the pram after City fans booed their Champions League song.

Article 16.2 of UEFA’s disciplinary regulations states that “the disruption of national or competition anthems” is something that the governing body can act upon. In contrast, article 10 of the European Convention on Human Rights, states that “everyone has the right to freedom of expression.” Is this song so sacred that the supporters cannot express themselves when it is played? This is not God Save the Queen, this is a song played before a football match.

City have been booing the Champions League song for some time now, but it is only now that they are in the headlines for doing so. It is possible that if City had been enjoying more success in the Champions League over the last couple of years, that UEFA may have been embarrassed on a grander scale by the booing. Imagine UEFA delegates sitting in their comfortable heated seats at the Champions League Final, ready to tuck into a prawn sandwich, awaiting the song. Instead they are met by a chorus of boos from Manchester City fans to drown it out. Lucky for some that City have struggled in the competition so far, but with a last minute winner against Sevilla last week, they may be on the rise this year.

City fans will argue that they don’t pay £40 a ticket for a Champions League match to be told what songs to sing at what minute of the game, and when to sit silently in respect of the 1992 Champions League song. Manchester City FC have provided no comment on the situation so far.

The reasons behind the booing stem from the day that UEFA put in place Financial Fair Play regulations. The regulations were introduced soon after City, a club that were not a well-established elite in Europe’s footballing world, were given the financial backing to compete. City have since found themselves punished by UEFA for breeching these regulations. According to UEFA, City were spending beyond their means. Others would suggest that for a business to grow, it needs investment.

This, however, was not the reason for City’s boos—these surfaced more at the time when City played CSKA Moscow last year in the Champions League. The game was riddled with racial abuse at African Footballer of the Year, Yaya Touré, from the CSKA Moscow fans, along with violence. Due to this, UEFA acted against the fans and decided that the return game would be played in an empty stadium in Moscow. City fans had already bought hotels and flights for this much-awaited game and found themselves out of pocket due to a strange piece of disciplinary action from the officials, which would not be compensated for by the governing body.

Despite this, 300 – 400 CSKA Moscow fans found their way into the stadium to watch the match, and made a surprisingly large amount of noise. In reality, CSKA Moscow managed to have a 100 per cent home advantage for this game against The Blues, when their punishment should have been the complete opposite. UEFA did nothing else on the matter, and fuelled City fans’ dislike for the competition, UEFA and what they stand for.

Evidently, City fans have good reason to be angry at UEFA and are expressing their opinions at Champions League matches. At this moment in time, UEFA are only looking into the case because an official mentioned it in their match report. UEFA may well have wished that nothing was said on the case, so that they could continue to ignore the matter and hope that City fans eventually get bored, but instead they have given the City fans exactly what they have been craving: attention. UEFA may find that they have become architects of their own downfall in this instance, since there is no doubt in anybody’s mind that at the next home Champions League match for Manchester City, the stadium will roar a chorus of boos.

FC United of Manchester

Currently 15th in the National League North (a.k.a. the Conference North), FC United of Manchester, to give the side its full name, was formed as a protest club by fans disgruntled in the wake of the Glazer family’s takeover of Manchester United, and the subsequent mountain of debt and interest payments that they have burdened the club with since. The Glazer takeover was a major factor in the formation of the club, but not the sole one; increasing ticket prices and seemingly quieter and more corporate crowds, famously branded as the “prawn sandwich brigade” by Roy Keane, also fostered a general sense of disillusionment amongst some.

FC United’s first three seasons yielded three promotions, but the Northern Premier League Premier Division, one of the leagues that comprise the seventh tier of the English football pyramid, proved a much tougher nut to crack. For six seasons, FC toiled mainly in the upper echelons of the division—they finished sixth in 2008 – 09, fourth in 2010 – 11, sixth in 2011 – 12, third in 2012 – 13 and, agonisingly, second in 2013 – 14 (only the champions are promoted automatically, with sides finishing second to fifth entering the play-offs)—but to no avail.

However, the 2014-15 season was to be their year, finishing as champions and finally earning that long-awaited promotion. In one respect the promotion came at a perfect time: FC were about to move into their own stadium, Broadhurst Park in Moston, after previously using Gigg Lane, the home of Bury Football Club. Because the new stadium is much closer to where my family and I live, my dad, my brother and I decided it was time to become members and season-ticket holders.

While the stadium is open, it certainly isn’t finished; areas where terraces could be added are plentiful and the floor of the bar area underneath the main terrace is just a bunch of rocks, not yet tarmacked. The club are holding raffles, placing donation boxes and creating other events to generate the funds to continue the stadium work, but the club feels energised by having a place to call home, rather than paying the Gigg Lane leaseholders rent yearly. Attendances have been high throughout the club’s existence, especially so this year, with crowds regularly topping 3,000 for league games.

Attending games at Broadhurst Park will certainly be a culture shock for those who mainly attend professional-level football. Even though many Football League grounds have terraces, the opportunity to walk unencumbered all the way around the pitch will certainly be foreign to many who have not been to a non-league match before. Also, the ability to stand right by the hoardings and be close enough to hear goalkeepers and centre backs bellowing instructions, even above the din from the terrace and the protestations of fellow supporters, is a pleasant quirk.

Not surprisingly for sixth-tier football, attacks generally involve long balls, crosses from out wide, set pieces and opposition mistakes, or a combination of these. Tackling is tougher and referees are more lenient. Sustained periods of penetrative, crisp passing are unfortunately an extremely rare treat.

It isn’t hard to see why most of the players are currently at that level: You have big, strong, committed centre backs and defensive midfielders usually too scared to attempt anything other than the most simple pass available; skilful players whose impact on games is not felt often enough or for long enough; and you have the ex-pros, bodies fraying through years of use but still capable of the odd piece of magic. Case in point, Lee Hughes scored Worcester City’s first in a 2-0 win with a delightful turn and curved shot into the bottom corner (he was then sent off for raising his hands to an opponent’s face—what a surprise!). And Deon Burton came on as a City substitute, and he used all of his nouse and experience to hold up play and provide vital respite for City’s besieged defence.

Segregation isn’t enforced and opposition fans are free to wander and stand wherever they like. Some choose to claim a pocket of the stadium as their own and chant from there, but others prefer to mingle with the home fans. There has been good-natured ribbing between fans, especially between the singing sections, but it’s also common to discuss the clubs and players with any nearby opposition supporters.

Despite the complaints, I have to say that I look forward to going each time. That wonderful sense of supporting a club and joining them on a rollercoaster ride is present each time I go; I’ve jumped up in delight at last-minute equalisers and winners for FC and I’ve cried out in despair after an opposition counter-attack has finished the game. Watching FC United play elicits that wondrous, almost childlike mixture of joy and anguish, excitement and fear, and relief and nervousness; that feeling of belonging to a club, being part of a community, to which I’m sure any football fan can relate.

Therefore, even if it is an occasion you ultimately end up not enjoying, I can only wholeheartedly recommend that any football fan should experience a non-league game at least once, whether it be at FC United or another club. Tickets for FC United games are cheap, too, with adults paying £9, concessions (which includes students) £5, and under-18s £2. Adult and under-18 season tickets are £100 and £21 respectively, but the club also asks for a donation. If you would prefer to not stand, there is a seating area along one side of the pitch.

On match days, there are shuttle buses from Stevenson’s Square in the city centre to Broadhurst Park. The nearest Metrolink station to the ground is Newton Heath & Moston. The club’s website gives further details on how to reach the stadium.

Red or Pink: Test Cricket faces a dilemma over ball colour

25 runs. After five days of test cricket, played on a pitch almost as lifeless as the crowds, that was how close England came to grabbing a famous victory against Pakistan in Abu Dhabi. In the end, however, both teams had to settle for a draw, with play being suspended on the final day due to bad light. The day’s allocated amount of overs had not being bowled.

Bad light also ended the fourth day’s proceedings early, and so the darkness-level precedent at which the umpires were duty-bound to take the players off had already been set. Over rates are notoriously slow nowadays, with sides indulging in ever more mid-over conferences and field changes that require one player to move from one side of the outfield to the other. Whether that precedent was wrong, and play should have continued on both days, or whether good over rates should be more strictly enforced and bad ones punished, are matters for debate, but the ICC are preparing to trial a potential solution: The introduction of day-night test matches, played using pink balls rather than the traditional red ones.

In just over a month, the first day-night test match will be played between Australia and New Zealand in Adelaide, the third and final match of their test series. This will not be the first time that the pink ball has been trialled in day-night matches, however; for instance, Kent and Glamorgan played a first-class match in 2011 using the pink ball. On that occasion each day’s play started at 2pm and was scheduled to finish at 9pm.

“I hope our members understand why we are doing it. We’ve gone through decades of the game being played in a traditional way. They [the ICC and national cricketing boards] have to explore ways of making the game as multi-dimensional as possible,” said then-Kent Chief Executive, Jamie Clifford, at the time.

There is one reason, in particular, that national cricketing authorities are so keen to introduce day-night tests: they are seen as possible solution for flagging attendances in the five-day game. Emails that Clifford received in the build up to the game demonstrate this: people wrote in saying that they “work nine to five and [the day-night game is] a lovely treat.”

The ICC believe that the ability for people to leave work and watch the day’s final two sessions either at the ground or on television will increase attendances and TV ratings, and thus the value of TV contracts too. The inverse effect could occur, though; for example, imagine if home test matches returned to Freeview. Would the BBC, ITV or Channel 4 be willing to show cricket instead of Eastenders, Coronation Street or Gogglebox, even just for the odd test match?

Day-night tests could benefit the standard of cricket on show. Logically, if play is partially held after dark, temperatures will be cooler, making conditions less gruelling for players—even if humidity could still play a factor—and, hopefully, increasing the standard of play. This is especially true for places such as the UAE, Australia and India, where it can be stiflingly hot during the cricket season. Finally, the pink ball would also ensure that play continues during overcast daytime hours, occasions which currently force umpires to suspend play.

But the reaction to the pink ball has not been overwhelmingly positive, and there is still much work to be done before the pink ball can be widely used. Questions are being raised about whether day-night tests will solve test cricket’s apparent woes. India, Australia and England, unsurprisingly to their own benefit, have led the way in changing the way that money is distributed amongst member associations. Other test-playing nations were warned that lucrative tours, especially home tours against India, would be withheld unless they agreed to the demands of the so-called ‘Big 3′. If sides such as the West Indies, for example, are receiving less money, how are they going to entice more children to play cricket and become fans of the game? It won’t matter at what time of day tests are played if there aren’t enough cricket fans interested in watching.

Plus, with India so spellbound by T20 cricket and the IPL, are day-night test matches really going to so greatly increase test cricket’s popularity in cricket’s most vital market? These topics and questions deserve their own full articles, but there is a sense that day-night tests might just be a case of closing the stable door after the horse has bolted.

In addition to the aforementioned theoretical issues, there are practical concerns that must be disproved. Mitchell Starc, the Australian fast bowler who played in day-night matches in Australian first-grade cricket, has been particularly scathing of the pink ball:

“It doesn’t react anything like the red ball, in terms of swing and the hardness of it anyway. It goes soft pretty quickly, I didn’t see a huge amount of reverse swing in that game and I don’t think it swung from memory too much until the artificial light took over. It definitely reacts very, very differently to the red ball. The other thing as well is, personally, I couldn’t see the thing at night on the boundary… so I’m not sure how the crowd are going to see it.”

While Starc recognises that cricket-ball manufacturers will have improved the design and structure of the pink ball since then, a repeat of these issues will provide damning evidence against the use of the pink ball. Josh Hazlewood, another Australian pace bowler, has expressed concerns about fielders’ abilities to see the pink ball, especially during twilight.

It is clear that these issues must be rendered a thing of the past before day-night tests can become a regular occurrence on the cricketing calendar. As time goes on, though, technologies and human understanding of the manufacturing of pink cricket balls should improve, meaning that there should come a time when the pink ball is both safe and behaves like a red ball, thus keeping the demands of test cricket constant between day and day-night games. But the more pertinent question concerns whether that time is now, or indeed in the next couple of years.

In the spotlight this week: Manchester Futsal Club

Well… what is it?

As those students lucky enough to be awarded a reading week embark on a week away from lectures, seminars and the daily struggle of trying to find an available computer in the Learning Commons, why not start your week off with a trip to watch a sport that you may not have been lucky enough to have seen live before, or maybe not even heard about before! Despite the rich history Manchester can boast through both City and United, it’s time to ditch the football and turn your attention to Futsal, in particular Manchester Futsal Club.

 

Photo: Simon Wright

Established in April 2006, Manchester Futsal Club compete in the highest level of English futsal and have won the FA Futsal Cup and FA National Futsal League in consecutive seasons 2013/14 and 2014/15. Unlike Manuel Pellegrini and Louis Van Gaal’s football sides, with Futsal there is no need to take sides since the team, who play in blue and white, represent the whole city of Manchester in a competitive division of eight teams featuring the likes of Loughborough, Nottingham University and Sheffield FC Futsal Club. And this weekend’s home match sees Manchester Futsal Club pitted against rivals Carlisle Futsal Club, in what looks to be a highly competitive match between the two sides.

How do I get there?

Manchester Futsal Club play all of their home matches at the National Cycling Centre at SportCity. Although not visible from the main road, the venue is situated just before the large ASDA and is very heavily signposted around The Etihad and Sportcity campus.

So how can I get there to watch Manchester Futsal club in action? Compared to some of our other recommended sporting events and activities, your journey to the National Cycling Centre is relatively straightforward and is only three miles away from the University of Manchester’s Students’ Union. For those wanting to catch the bus, the 216 bus leaves from Stop D in Piccadilly Gardens and stops at The Etihad Campus, leaving only a short walk over the road to the National Cycling Centre. Meanwhile if you’ve had enough of getting the bus up and down Oxford Road after your first 5/6 weeks back in Manchester, you can always take in the sights of Manchester en route to the National Cycling Centre on the MetroLink from Manchester’s Piccadilly Gardens. Should you wish to catch the tram, make sure to get off at the ‘Velopark’ stop—the nearest to the National Cycling Centre with trams running to and from Velopark every 12 – 15 minutes.

But how much does it cost to get in?

At long last, an event that has a student budget in mind! Yes that’s right, Manchester Futsal Club do in fact offer a reduced rate for students for all of their home games at the Manchester Velodrome. With valid student identification, University of Manchester students can purchase tickets online or on the door for £2.50—bargain!

What are the facilities like? 

Admittedly, there isn’t a great deal to say about the National Cycling Centre that hasn’t already been covered by our second instalment of Sport in the City, highlighting the size, scale and facilities offered by the impressive cycling complex. So we thought it would actually be better to give you an insight into how the sport is played. Whilst football can be played either outdoors or indoors, futsal is always played on a flat indoor pitch, with hockey sized goals and a much heavier ball that is size four and sports a reduced bounce. This ensures that skilful, technical and more creative play is encouraged, rather than the traditional characteristic of physical contact, which is a common element of general indoor football.

Tell me something I didn’t already know…

Futsal is actually the fastest growing indoor sport in the world, and such a small-sided football format is officially recognised by both UEFA and FIFA. The name itself was chosen by FIFA through a highly complex, internal decision-making system, as is common throughout the federation. By simply combining the Spanish word for ‘hall’ (Sala) and ‘football’ (futból), Futsal was born and has since continued to grow into the phenomena that it is today. Also, despite its many differences with football, ranging from the way it is played to its individual rules and regulations, household names from within World Football such as Pele, Ronaldinho and Lionel Messi all credit futsal with aiding their development at a young age, in helping them to become the football players that they were and are today.

Finally, when can I see this in action?

Manchester Futsal Club take on Carlisle in their second home game in consecutive weeks on Sunday 1st November, so if you’re around, head down and show some support to something a little different to City or United!

If you have any requests for local teams, sports or events taking place in Manchester, or if you wish to be involved, please contact: [email protected].

24 per cent of students sacrifice learning materials to eat

A revealing survey, carried out by Voucherbox.co.uk, found that 23 per cent of students in the UK spend less than £15 a week on food, and another 62 per cent spend less than £25. Food purchases were also found to take up to 50 percent of a student’s average weekly expenditure.

Shockingly, of those interviewed, 24 per cent admitted to cutting back on books and studying materials in order to feed themselves. Other common sacrifices made by students attempting to eat healthily include heating their home, medicines, and trips home to see family.

Many British universities state that a healthy student diet costs between £32 and £44 a week. With the average student food spend found to be £24.12 per week, it is clear that students are spending well under national guidelines on food, and that many are sacrificing our health and education due to the lack of money.

Of the students interviewed, 70 per cent admitted to eating unhealthy or strange meals due to a restricted budget. Strange meals listed by some students included eating cereal for every meal of the day, chips and ‘mystery’ meat, butter and sugar with rice, bread and water, and even bananas with baked beans.

Despite a restricted budget, nutritionist Dr. Rosland Miller, from the British Nutrition Foundation, ensures that it is possible for students to eat a healthy, balanced diet.

She stated, “it is important to eat a healthy, varied diet whatever your age or income. A healthy diet does not mean that you need to buy expensive foods, but an understanding of food budgeting and good nutrition can help.”

Dr. Miller’s top tips for eating on a budget included:

  • Make a shopping list to avoid impulse buys
  • Shop around for the best deals—markets and butchers are often cheaper than supermarkets
  • Buy frozen or canned fruit and vegetables—they are cheaper and last longer
  • Buy canned oily fish such as sardines and salmon—a lot cheaper than fresh fish, but still contain the essential nutrients
  • Eat cheaper cuts of lean meat, or cut down on meat by replacing with protein-rich alternatives such as eggs, beans and lentils
  • Cook at home—ditch the expensive takeaways and freeze leftovers

Top 5: Double-sided Paintings

5) Pablo Picasso, La Gommeuse

Picasso’s image of an absinthe-flushed gommeuse (French word associated with saucy concert singers) is currently valued at $60 million and will be auctioned in November. Turned over in 2000 for restoration, the lonely singer was shown to have a strange companion on the back. Picasso had hidden a scathing portrait of his art dealer at the time, Pere Manach. He strides across the night sky in a woman’s body and angrily pisses over an indistinct landscape.

 

4) Roy Lichtenstein, Stretcher Frame with Vertical Bars

Canvases are often treated poorly by artists. They are stretched, sanded, left waiting in a corners and sometimes, when inspiration is exhausted, they are violently destroyed. In a reversal of fate, Lichtenstein’s tight yellow frame is the star of this painting. Like a suspicious dealer, we search the back and immediately spot a signature style but what else is there beyond, or behind, this?

 

3) Roy Nachum/Rihanna, Anti album cover

Rihanna recently revealed she will use two paintings by artist Roy Nachum for her upcoming album. They show a young RiRi holding a red balloon, eyes covered by a golden crown, against the backdrop of a gory red smear. Rihanna’s view is that the image, which also has a Braille poem imprinted on the canvas, plays on the theme of sight—the idea that those who claim to see are actually the blindest. Perhaps there is some vengeful jibe to the music industry behind the paintings but this doesn’t fully come across. They’re more of a Brother’s Grimm frontispiece with the uneasy feel of a dark parable: A child star has been spotted and is promised a dubious future of fame.

 

2) Marcel Duchamp, The Large Glass

Artists and window cleaners agree that the best medium for prying on lovers is glass. Though cracked when it was moved in the 1920s, we can still gaze through Duchamp’s iconic work and admire the complex ritual taking place. Divided into two glass panels, the top half has a roach-like bride while the lower pane contains nine waiting bachelors, all hung like dry cleaning on metal hangers. The labours of love become the toil of engineering and Duchamp’s glass works as a see-through diagram.

 

1) Agnolo Bronzino, Portrait of Dwarf Morgante

In mid-16th century Florence, Braccio di Bartolo was the favourite dwarf and jester of Cosimo I de Medici. He joined in all of the court festivities in exchange for occasional humiliation. Bronzino pays a fleshly tribute to the performer and honours him by showing a twin view of a hunting trip—a privilege of the court inner circle. One side is a full frontal and the reverse reveals his proud pumpkin-plump arse on the journey back from the fields, feathery catch in hand. Once considered too brazen, it was painted over with vine leaves and prudishly relabelled an image of Bacchus in the 18th century.

Café Marhaba

On the edge of the Northern Quarter, down a suspect-looking alley, lies a tiny restaurant that may well serve the best curries in Manchester. In stark contrast to the consciously cool bars and eateries that define the Northern Quarter, family-run Café Marhaba has spent the last 23 years focussing less on aesthetics and more on taste.

With only five two-man tables that are always filled at lunchtime it has a cosy atmosphere, whilst the lack of décor only adds to its charm. Café Marhaba doesn’t need to rely on decoration, its food is that good. Served straight up, no frills, this is home-cooked fresh Indian food at its finest. Gina and Kate, two hungry and impoverished students, found their way through its tiny doorway to sample the famous three curry plates (why have just one when you can have the best of three worlds?), and found themselves more than a little rewarded after a gruelling morning of lectures.

Gina opted for a dazzling curry of deep green Okra, which was soft and gorgeously juicy. Beside it was the potent orange sauce of the Fish Masala, in which the fish was beautifully cooked, soft and crumbled in the mouth. The mouth-watering sauce smothered atop was a thick consistency and perfectly complimented the delicate fish texture. The third magical mixture was Vegetable Paneer, with real chewy paneer pieces. Paneer normally just dissolves in the mouth, whereas this almost resembled that of heavenly halloumi (what did the cheese say to itself in the mirror… hallou-mi!).The spices used—perhaps a little too hot for those not accustomed to Indian dishes—gave a pleasant kick that could be felt in the throat, rather than a tongue-burning sensation.

Kate chose lamb Jalfrezi, which balanced tangy ginger and rich tomato perfectly with soft, succulent meat. The Jalfrezi that Café Marhaba serves is one of the most fantastic dishes Kate has ever tasted, and had her pausing to marvel in its perfection. On the side a simple but wholesome dahl complimented the heavier Jalfrezi perfectly, balancing its sweetness with a salty flavour.

The two students, by now rather full, shared a sweet naan that was absolutely divine: Its flavour was more subtle than a coconut-flavoured Peshwari, and instead had a lingering sweetness that kept them coming back for more. Freshly cooked in the restaurant’s traditional clay oven, Kate truly believed she’d never had a naan as good as this.

Café Marhaba’s curries are a refreshing change from the additive-laden alternatives of the Curry Mile. Unassuming, authentic and with an abundance of flavours—it’s the kind of restaurant that people come back to again and again, without feeling bad because the three curry plate only costs a fiver! Who knew a dingy alley could be hiding such a gem within its depths?

 

Café Marhaba

11am-7:30pm daily

36 Back Piccadilly,
City Centre,
Manchester
M1 1HP

Slut Shaming

Women of the world: Have sex but do not, under any circumstances, take pride in it.

Unfair, right? Such is the act of slut shaming—criticising and stigmatising any sexual behaviour or desires of females, and perpetuating the idea of the double standard that exists between sexually-liberated men and women.

Take for instance Amber Rose, who was very publicly slut shamed by both of her exes, Kanye West and Wiz Khalifa. Yet she didn’t attack back, and if she had, would it even be taken as an offense? Therein lies the double standard, since slut shaming men just doesn’t happen in the same way as slut shaming women. Maybe the reason that men aren’t so frequently slut-shamed is that they’re not represented so sexually in the media and haven’t endured the same expectations and condemnations over time. Dan Bilzerian, applauded and aspired to for his lavish, ‘Playboy’ lifestyle, is a prime example of this.

But women are taking back their sexuality and reclaiming the word ‘slut’. Amber Rose is one of them, who organised a Slut Walk in Los Angeles earlier this year, campaigning for gender equality and calling to end rape culture. Slut Walk is an international movement, and has previously marched in Toronto, New York, London, and even Manchester (in 2011). The movement sparked as a response to a policeman’s comment that “women should avoid dressing like sluts” in order to prevent being raped, highlighting one of the most dangerous aspects of slut shaming, which is its links to rape culture and victim blaming. With signs proclaiming “How we dress does not mean yes”, women are taking to the streets to reclaim their sexuality and combat rape culture.

In many cases, slut shaming is done by women as well as men, and it is very easy to slip into. In her book: ‘Slut! Growing Up Female with a Bad Reputation’, Leora Tanenbaum writes: “Slut-bashing is a cheap and easy way to feel powerful. If you feel insecure or ashamed about your own sexual desires, all you have to do is call a girl a ‘slut’ and suddenly you’re the one who is ‘good’ and on top of the social pecking order.”

However, it is easy to call any and every slightly critical comment about a female display of sexuality “slut shaming” if you delve too deeply into the social media reactions and opinion pieces that fill the internet, which seem to polarise, rather than empower and unite. Every behaviour can be criticised, and most likely has been by somebody. What is important is that women are becoming more and more open and comfortable with all aspects of their lives, sex being just as important as any other.

HOME Pick of the Week: The Lobster

The Lobster plays with the psyche and fears of the audience like no other film. Everyone somewhat has the fear of dying alone at least once in their life, and this film certainly brings those fears back and intensifies it, too. Yorgos Lanthimos’ first feature film in English draws the audience slowly, into its descent into madness, and moves deeply with its hauntingly beautiful cinematography and unique plot. Colin Farrell convinces all in his role as David—a simpleton with looks far from being a Hollywood sex symbol.

He checks into a hotel in which he has to find a partner within 45 days, otherwise he will be turned into an animal of his own choosing—a lobster. The hotel seems welcoming at first, but the guests all seem a tad too desperate in finding a partner. The seemingly flirty atmosphere turns into a battle field at night when the hotel guests have to hunt each other down with tranquilizer guns in order to gain more days to find the love of their life. This film is full of unique characters, like David’s companions—who are referred to as the limping and lisping men (wonderfully portrayed by Ben Wishaw and John C. Reilly).

The bizarre but ordered world of the hotel contrasts with the second half of the film—which thematises David’s escape from the hotel, where suicide attempts and punishments for masturbating are on the daily order. He joins a group of loners who live in the nearby forest. Their ruthless leader, portrayed by the mesmerising Léa Seydoux, teaches them to survive and encourages them to dig their own graves.

The group of loners seem rather normal at first, but the punishments for initiating physical contact with another loner are torturous. They call themselves ‘loners’ for a reason. The whole cheerful situation does not get better when one of the loners (Rachel Weisz), falls in love with David and they have to communicate their passion to one another without getting caught.

It is not mentioned, but slowly revealed that the outside world and society do not reflect our reality—but rather, a dystopian near future in which people are governed by different rules. This revelation helps to understand the bizarre circumstances of the rest of the film, yet it does not remove the uneasiness of the viewer. Furthermore, the score accompanies the film perfectly and provides us with effectively shocking scenes and gives us further revelations more momentum.

The strongest point of the film is the macabre plot—which is full of disturbing moments that are hard to watch since they play with the preconceived notions of how humans are supposed to behave. When asked, Colin Farrell confessed that he was unsure about what it was about and that it was indeed hard to pinpoint the meaning of the film—but the themes of loneliness, heartbreak, and the search for a lover are familiar to most.

The Lobster, in my opinion, is not a film to be recommended to anyone who is not happy being a singleton, because they will leave the cinema with a sense of emptiness and paranoia.

4/5

Record Reappraisal: MGMT – Oracular Spectacular

Upon its release, MGMT’s Oracular Spectacular achieved overwhelming levels of hype and praise. It was easy to see why. Its singles were the sort of skewed alt-pop that was commercial enough to get onto Radio 1. ‘Time to Pretend’, with its Day-Glo industrial synth throb and quirky, trebly keyboard riff was hard to avoid. Equally ubiquitous was the festival-ready, 8-bit pulse of ‘Kids’. Nowadays, the album is beginning to show its age.

What once sounded restlessly creative and mind-altering now sounds clinical and studied. It was easy to succumb to its charm, but now, awareness of its liberal pilfering of entry-level psychedelia staples is hard to quell. All those reverberating echo effects and backwards, phased-out guitars now sound tired and hackneyed. ‘Kids’ comes off more syrupy and chintzy than winning. ‘Weekend Wars’ features Andrew VanWyngarden’s fantastically unsubtle Mick Jagger impression—all wailed vowels and camp inflections on the end of every line—still, the proggy, seesawing chorus and life-affirming coda are hard not to love. Unfortunately, that dreaded impersonation crops up again on ‘Pieces of What’. ‘The Handshake’ opens superbly but tails off by the end. It sums up the album: A lightweight offering billed as being weirder than it really is.

It isn’t all bad, though. ‘Of Moons, Birds & Monsters’ has a strong melody that is undeniably great. The plaintive, marooned guitar hook that closes it adding a beautifully elegiac tone as it wrestles with increasing gusts of chattering, whirring noise. ‘Electric Feel’ is a stone-cold winner, the kind of unashamedly sexy glam-funk that mid-noughties indie seemed to hold in suspicious contempt. It is bold and insanely catchy, less 1960s-indebted psych than slinky, strutting 1980s pop. That aside, the rest of the album feels like two scientists trying their best to replicate, note for note, 1960s-indebted psych. ‘Future Reflections’ flirts with dub—then tosses the idea aside, dissolving into nothingness. There is something odd about how an album so vibrant-sounding can come off quite insipid at times.

It would be unfair to retroactively compare Oracular Spectacular to Tame Impala’s thrilling kaleidoscopic rock or other exponents of modern psychedelia. In fact, you needn’t cite a recent example to illustrate the album’s shortcomings. Animal Collective’s colourful, astonishing and highly acclaimed Merriweather Post Pavilion arrived a year later in 2009, but it sounds timeless. Looking back, Oracular Spectacular passes muster as a spirited but unremarkable effort.