Betamax, Best & Buzz

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I have seen the future of football on TV and it is terrifying.

Yes, even scarier than Newcastle's new away kit inspired by Custard Creams, deckchairs and the laudable desire to ensure that Geordies donâÂÂt suffer from seasonal affective disorder.

I donâÂÂt know if your TV is ready for HD. Mine is unready, probably unwilling and almost certainly unable to offer any definition higher than slightly blurred.

Turns out I neednâÂÂt worry because HD will soon be as cutting edge as Betamax. The tellies of tomorrow will show football in 3D!

Jonathan Sim, Sky Sportsâ amiable press officer mentioned this last autumn when I visited Fortress Isleworth to interview Graeme Souness.

Not wishing to show my ignorance â did he mean weâÂÂd all wear those funny paper glasses in our own homes? â I tried to grunt knowledgeably. A couple of months later, Sky tested the idea on a Liverpool vs Marseille game.   

There are technical obstacles and the usual rows over standards but many sane people in sport and broadcasting seem convinced that in a few years, for the price of a plasma TV, weâÂÂll be able to watch the action in 3D.

This isnâÂÂt quite as scary a prospect as it might have been a decade ago.

As vivid as 3D TV will make football, I have one question: what happens when players spit? Surely broadcasters arenâÂÂt prepared for the avalanche of personal injury claims from viewers who irreparably damage neck muscles jerking to avoid flying phlegm.


"LOOK OUT! It's coming right for us..."

I especially like Birmingham CityâÂÂs splashed blue strip from 1992. It is tempting to see such monstrosities as evidence that the modern game has gone bonkers.

Jonathan WoodgateâÂÂs mum has, according to his tweet, been rediscovering her childhood through YouTube.

I thought IâÂÂd have a go at finding the most obscure footballers from my formative years.

Sadly, there was no Paul Cutler â Nuneaton BoroughâÂÂs answer to George Best (he had the hairstyle and was the hero of our 1966/67 FA Cup run)

But I did find Wlodzimieriz Lubanski, the greatest Polish footballer who scored against England in 1973 and was then crippled â three and a half minutes into this clip â by Roy McFarland.

Despite McFarlandâÂÂs attempt to use international sign language to suggest that Lubanski was just being an eastern European jesse, the wrecked cruciate ligament sidelined the star for the 1974 World Cup and he had retired when the Poles made the 1982 finals so he never became a household name like Grzegorz Lato and Kazimierz Deyna.

âÂÂLubanski was baaaad,â he declared emphatically, the first time I, in my sheltered existence, had heard the word âÂÂbadâ inverted to mean good.

I was so taken aback, I never really discovered how a young black taxi driver in New Orleans â he must have been 20 at most â had come to conceive such an intense admiration for a reasonably obscure, if brilliant, Polish footballer.


Lubanski: "That goal was baaaad"

Late last week, as the latest issue of Champions was being wrestled into submission, the question was asked: âÂÂShould we do a Buzz Aldrin feature in Champions?âÂÂ

The feature would not, alas, focus on BuzzâÂÂs secret life as a long distance supporter of Bristol Rovers, but on the dilemma he faced as he hurtled back to earth in a craft that was almost, as David Bowie said, a tin can: after youâÂÂve been to the moon, what can you possibly do next?

RomarioâÂÂs fall, after winning USA 94, was less tragic â he just got bored with playing for Barcelona, only rekindling his fire as a club player when he had that 1000 goal target in his sights.

ItâÂÂs hard to see any of the Barcelona players losing it as spectacularly, or as tragically, as Best but the Buzz Aldrin question will haunt many of them in its own way.

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