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BBC Sports Personality of the Year

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I hate naysayers; those annoying, impossible to satisfy people that manage to pick fault in even the most wonderful of successes. The aftermath of the Olympics saw a whole bunch of ‘Why did we drop the baton, why do we only win sitting on our arses?’ pile of rubbish articles designed to fill up newspaper space with something ‘different’.

Seriously, just give it a rest. This has been, without doubt, one of the greatest sporting years in the history of the British Isles. Accept it.

We finished fourth, yes fourth, in the Olympics. In fact the only nations that finished above us have such unfairly large populations and resources as to render our chances of beating them nil. We annihilated the French, dominated the Australians, and destroyed the Germans. We won an astonishing 47 medals, 19 of them gold, and the sporting achievements of the kingdom hardly end there: Lewis Hamilton became the youngest ever formula one champion, Andy Murray became the most successful British tennis player since Fred Perry and Joe Calzaghe destroyed even more legends of boxing. Even the perennial disappointment that is English football team have finally started to justify their multi-million pound salaries with the best-ever start to a qualifying campaign.

All of this takes us to the BBC Spots Personality of the Year award, the end of year bash celebrating the yearly sporting success of Britain’s greatest individuals. A mere two years ago, Zara Phillips received the award nobody deserved amidst what can only be described as mass apathy. This year there will be nothing of the sort. The stack of achievements in 2008 meant that this year’s award is the most hotly contested in the award’s prestigious history.

So, with such a plethora of brilliance, who deserves to win it? The make-up of the ten strong short-list is anybody’s guess but three names are cast iron certainties to be contenders; Lewis Hamilton, Rebecca Adlington and Chris Hoy. Their achievements this year are phenomenal and all of them can claim to be the world’s greatest in their discipline.

Having come so close last year, Lewis Hamilton became the youngest ever winner of the Formula One driver’s championship on its very last corner providing some pulsating driving throughout the year to deservedly take the title. Rebecca Adlington became the most successful British swimmer for 100 years with a double gold medal performance and a world record to boot in the 800m, along with a scintillating overtake in the last 50m in the 400m race. Then we have Chris Hoy, jewel in the crown of Team GB’s star cycling team, and a triple gold medal winner in Beijing to add to his gold from Athens in 2004. Only Sir Steve Redgrave with his five golds stands above him in British Olympic history.

These three certainly are the frontrunners, a glance at any of the betting odds will confirm that, but never have those at the back of the queue been quite so brilliant. Andy Murray shook off not only his bad attitude, but his own limitations to win two masters titles and reach the US Open final, defeating all of Federer, Djokovic and even Nadal along the way. Last year’s winner, Joe Calzaghe, added another chapter to his legacy, extending his unbeaten record to an incredible 46 fights, demolishing the legends that are Bernard Hopkins and Roy Jones Junior along the way. Even Britain’s only athletics gold medal winner, and indeed world and commonwealth champion, Christine Ohurogu, is well behind with the bookies. This should be her year, but there is so much talent around that she might as well not bother turning up to the awards.

These and others will make the list; Ben Ainslie, the dominating Olympic sailor, Rebecca Romero, who won gold in Beijing despite competing in a different sport to her previous Olympic victory, and even Nicole Cooke, the first cyclist ever to be both Olympic road race and world champion simultaneously. Yet despite this none of them are even in with a realistic hope. It is a fantastic year indeed, when someone as brilliantly bonkers (not to mention talented) as David Haye, a man who rips up the rulebook to take on the most ambitious of targets and win, isn’t even being mentioned.

It would help the decision somewhat if one of the three favourites could be a jerk or a bad loser, yet none of these three come even close to that. Adlington became the nation’s darling in the summer with her girl-next-door charm, infectious smile and pride in her home town of Mansfield; Hoy is pretty much the image of down to earth humility, while Hamilton is the world media darling; charming, polite and confident without a hint of arrogance.

Yet despite there being so little to choose between the top three, Lewis Hamilton is red hot favourite to take the award. Some people, naysayers frankly, have a bigger problem with this than if anybody else were to be made favourite. They point out that he lives in Geneva to avoid tax and that his chances of victory are contingent as much on him driving a competitive car as his ability, yet they fail to appreciate quite the level of his achievement. It is one thing to have a good car, quite another to beat Fernando Alonso in it. To all in the know, Hamilton has as much talent as anyone who has graced the sport; even Senna and Schuhmacher.

What sets him apart however, in what is otherwise an Olympic year, is that he is an icon of British sport worldwide. His talent, humility and close relationship with his family are emblems recognised across the globe. In any other year, the mass of sportsmen and women sitting behind him in the betting rankings would thoroughly deserve the title. This year however, the competition is just too hot.

All of those that make the top ten short-list are trailblazers in their sport, the pride of Britain, competing at the very highest level within their discipline. and succeeding. Yet what matters most is not who takes the Sports Personality award next month, but that it could deservedly go to so many people. Forget nitpicking; sit back and celebrate a fantastic year of sport for the British Isles.

 

Blues Riding

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How many hours does riding take out of your week?

We definitely take the title of the least hardcore Blues team! We try to cram all our training into the last few weeks before the competitions, particularly before our home match as we can work with the horses before hand. Training is very difficult with cost and travelling and it doesn’t make a great deal of difference since you never know what type of horse you will draw until the day. Horse riding is like riding a bike, you can not train for weeks and jump back on and it’ll not make a massive difference.

How is the season shaping up so far for the Blues?

The season hasn’t kicked off yet; the final teams have just been selected and are chomping at the bit ready to go. We have three teams competing in the BUCS championship and trophy leagues, hopefully this will be our year to make it to the nationals in both. Our first competition is on December the 3rd at Warwick and then they start coming thick and fast at the beginning of Hilary – wish us luck.

How is morale in the camp these days?

Team spirit is pretty high at the minute, but wait until it gets to those cold February mornings when, trust me, the last thing you fancy doing is going outside and sitting on a horse until your bum is numb and your fingers have turned a nasty shade of blue and are on the verge of dropping off – the freshers don’t know what they’ve let themselves in for. Then it’ll be up to this year’s team captain, Kat, to raise the spirits.

Have any great freshers stepped up to the team?

We have 6 freshers joining a team of 12 riders, so yes definitely. In particular Imogen Peck, St. Hilda’s fresher, who spent her gap year eventing with Australian rider Bill Levitt. Next term she plans to bring her horses closer to Oxford in time for the up and coming season.

Are you ever worried about the dangers of your sport?

Horses are very unpredictable and seriously strong and they also make mistakes which makes riding a very dangerous sport but I think it’s also what most of us love about it and makes it so exhilarating. I think it’s always in the back of your mind, but we definitely don’t let it stop us.

How do you fancy your Varsity chances?

Although I hate to admit it, Oxford has never won Varsity on record and Cambridge always has a very strong team. That said, we came frustratingly close last year with Oxford taking 1st and 4th places individually. I am feeling very optimistic about our chances this year; we have a really excellent team. I think this is probably the best Oxford team I have seen in the past 3 years, so fingers crossed!

 

Wadham push Trinity/LMH to the end

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TRINITY/LMH 24 
WADHAM 17

Both sides had a point to prove coming into this season opener. This was especially true for Trinity/LMH, who have come down from the first division without having won a game. Wadham meanwhile were keen to prove that they could cut it against tougher opposition, but were unfortunate to be missing many of the starting lineup that had won them promotion. Nevertheless, this proved to be a spirited display of end-to-end rugby, which though scrappy at times made it clear that both sides will be competitive in this division.

Wadham’s lack of game-time together became quickly apparent as they allowed Trinity/LMH to take the initiative from the kick-off, openside flanker Doug Riddle making an early impression with a deep run into the Wadham half setting up the first scrum of the match. The superior power and experience of Trnity/LMH’s pack was immediately obvious as Wadham under pressure gave away an early penalty for feeding. Trinity/LMH opted for the corner, hoping to turn this early pressure into points. Eventually, over-exuberance at the breakdown set up a scrum from which the forwards drove towards the line, prop Ben Murray finally bowling over for the score. Back in the Wadham half, Trinity/LMH were penalised for not releasing, allowing the Wadham backline to show its potential by taking the penalty quickly. This enabled them to push into the Trinity/LMH half for the first time, only to be penalised for being offside. The pattern of the game established itself early, both sides producing promising passages of play only to knock on or concede penalties.

Sloppy hands in the Trinity/LMH backline gave Wadham a break as centre Will Spencer pounced on the ball to run in an easy try under the posts. The conversion was slotted by Wadham fly-half Harry Mayhew to put Wadham in the lead against the run of play.

Trinity/LMH responded with pressure straight from the restart to retain possession, building the phases and securing a five metre scrum. The dominant Trinity/LMH pack would not be denied, eventually driving forward number eight Will Mackintosh to touchdown. Wadham responded immediately (their teething problems a thing of the past) working the ball downfield and setting up good field position to release their backline and allow winger Dave Roberts to score in the corner.

The game had become a real contest, but Wadham’s discipline continued to let them down, ultimately gifting Trinity/LMH another scrum on the five metre which was once again driven over for a try.

A colossal hit from Trinity/LMH flanker Adam Barker late in the first half had injured one of the beleaguered Wadham front row who was now forced to leave the field. This forced uncontested scrums, but did little to tame the aggression of the second half, inhuman tackling from Wadham scrum half Josh Venner setting the tone. But Wadham’s indiscipline continued – the dubious legality of much of number eight Thomas Pascoe’s play particularly notable.

After winning a lineout Trinity/LMH were awarded a further penalty after the maul was illegally collapsed by an ELV-unused Wadham pack. The penalty was taken quickly, the ball driven over the line and the try awarded although clearly held up.

Incensed by this decision Wadham found another gear, a savage hit from replacement centre Dieter Iveson winning a penalty which was quickly taken by winger Michael Tam. And Wadham persevered – from a quick tap penalty they worked the ball through the hands to finally score through fullback Toby Mullins, putting Wadham within a converted try. Minutes later though, Trinity/LMH had the chance to put the game away with a penalty kick, but the ball skewed wide resulting in a frantic final ten minutes. Ultimately, however, Wadham were unable to keep the ball, and paid the price for their lack of self control, allowing Trinity/LMH to see out the game with confidence.

 

Dominant Blues return to top of table

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BLUES 4
WARWICK 1

Oxford put the disappointment of the previous two weeks behind them with a convincing victory against bottom of the table Warwick 1sts. After losing and drawing to Nottingham 1sts and 2nds respectively over the past two weeks, the Blues were looking to revitalise their league form, and started at a high tempo.

Indeed they took the lead after just two minutes, Lucian Weston winning a 50:50 challenge before sliding the ball between the centre-back and full-back for Alex Toogood. The finish was exemplary and despite the protestations of the Warwick back line for a suspected handball, the goal was given, providing the ideal start for Oxford. The game continued at the same high tempo, but the pitch was not conducive to one-touch football, and despite glimpses of quality football, Oxford struggled to gain any authority over Warwick.

Warwick had decided that route one was their best option, and following a long goal kick this proved to the case. Indecision between defenders Hodgson and Squires allowed the ball to bounce, and after a further mix-up between these two and keeper Whylly, an attacker was able to nip in between before being brought down by Whylly, resulting in a penalty. Warwick could not take this opportunity, with the penalty cannoning back off the post, but it was only another 10 minutes before an almost identical mix-up between the same three players this time did result in a goal. Although this mix-up was costly, it was perhaps not reflective of the game as a whole, as Oxford were pressing high up the pitch, and chances were being created, with de Walden unfortunate not to get a better result after connecting with a Kelly cross.

A constructive team talk at half-time, in which the defensive problems were ironed out, allowed Oxford to start the second-half with confidence and intent. And yet again, they were rewarded with Weston scoring from 25 yards with what looked suspiciously like a mis-hit shot. All goals count however, and this one allowed Oxford to assume control of the game, and with Warwick tiring, space was appearing in the middle of the park. Knight and Weston were able to use this space effectively, and began to regularly spray the ball out wide to wingers McCrickerd and Kelly, who were finding acres of room.

The third goal was testament to this, the ball being played out to McCrickerd, whose chipped ball down the line was flicked on by de Walden to Toogood. He turned the last defender with ease before neatly chipping the ball over the helpless ‘keeper to double the advantage. The Blues now began to use the ball far better, especially from the back, with Wherry in particular carrying the ball forward with purpose on a number of occasions. Indeed the fourth goal was only a matter of time, and after another clipped ball down the channel, this time from Kelly, Toogood was able to beat his man before cutting back the ball for de Walden who totally fluffed it, but McCrickerd was on hand to deliver an emphatic finish and increase further Oxford’s lead.

More chances were created in the remaining 15 minutes as Oxford enjoyed their football, and during this period Oxford could have easily increased their lead. Kelly had a goal dubiously disallowed for offside, whilst Weston, Knight, Kelly and substitute Zagajewski all tried their luck from range in what was becoming an increasingly one-sided display. Oxford were unable to add to their lead, but this result will no doubt have given the side confidence in their challenge for the BUCS title, especially as their main title rivals lost, allowing Oxford to once again top the table.

 

Mike Valli’s Column

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Injury is a hazard to any athlete. For three weeks I have been recovering from a fractured rib. My coaches enjoy joking that it broke because I pulled hard for the first time in my life, I counter that it’s my immense leg drive that snapped the rib in two. The truth is much less dramatic, a simple overuse injury from the high volume of training.

Thankfully we have excellent medical staff, including osteopath John Gibbons (Peak Sporting Performance) and doctor John Sichel, who have been medicating, injecting and massaging me back to health. This episode reminds me how many different factors affect successful rowing – health, lifestyle, diet and others. In my crippled state I travelled to London to support the squad racing at the Fours Head.

The Fours Head is the only race against Cambridge before the Boat Race on 29 March. It is an important regatta for predicting early season form. OUBC raced as “Isis Boat Club” and boated four crews – three coxed fours and one coxless – from our base at St Paul’s School.

There were mixed feelings about our results – obviously no one likes to lose and we definitely lost. Cambridge performed outstandingly well and we are a very long way behind where we need to be at this stage of the season. It is not totally clear that we’ve done anything wrong, but Cambridge have certainly gathered some talented guys, many of whom have rowed at the highest level.

Owing to injuries and illness, we were unable to boat our full squad of six fours. So our healthy non-racers performed a 5km ergo test instead. They chose to do their ergos at St Paul’s just to watch us. Good lads!

We still have so much to learn about ourselves and the tideway – the length of the river and coping with wash, currents and obstacles. For most people, going past the finish line in the race was the first they had seen the race course.

We now look towards the Trial Eights race on 11 December and then the Christmas holidays.

 

A Special Boy: Review

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Written by award winning poet and English student Caroline Bird, this piece of new writing promises to entertain. Set in a downmarket hairdressing salon in North London, it centres around the dysfunctional lives of the children of a broken home; protagonist Tansy (Madelaine Dodd) is left to care for and support her younger brother Aiden, who has special needs.

Dodd is utterly convincing: her compassionate yet compulsive portrayal demonstrating the difficulty of her position, as older sister, best friend and stand-in mother.

When Aiden is invited on a date by the most popular girl in school, only to be stood up as a practical joke, Tansy takes it upon herself to wreak revenge upon Constance Barnwell’s effectively portrayed fifteen-year-old ‘fashionista’.

The elevation of modern ‘’family values’ is called into question as we follow Tansy’s struggle and come to realise how utterly alone she is. Characters who should be there – mother, father, police and teachers – are referred to, but are absent from the action.

The only problem with this is that the individuals tend to veer towards stereotype. Whilst this helps to embellish the social satire, it does so at the expense of fuller sincerity.

This is especially noticeable in the way that the play tackles disability. A notoriously difficult subject, it is rather vaguely portrayed; one is left wondering exactly what Theo Whitworth’s tentative Aiden actually suffers from. The play evokes sympathy, certainly, but by sticking firmly to the boundaries of political correctness, rather than by engaging with depth of character or experience.

This, however, does not detract from Caroline Bird’s insightful, witty writing or from the acting that skilfully brings it to life. It is ultimately a play of our time.

 

Dracula: Review

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Bram Stoker’s Gothic masterpiece boasts action-packed drama to rival most, charting the eponymous vampire’s struggle to recruit an army of ‘undead’ disciples in the face of Jonathan Harker and his companions’ dogged opposition.

Brian McMahon, James O’Neill and Emma Whipday have brilliantly condensed the novel’s bewilderingly complicated plot and often watery dialogue, whilst still retaining its incredible power to disturb. Sadly though, its realisation often fails to convince and lacks pace.

The acting, at times, is excellent. Laurence Ridgway plays the awkward Arthur Holmwood with a scrupulous attention to detail and a convincing touch of humour. Sam Bright, as Jonathan Harker, also fulfils the role of the reticent Victorian gentleman with ease. Chris Thursten is compellingly measured and professional as Dr Seward, while Chelsea Walker seems unnervingly believable as a possessed Lucy Westenra. Drew Darr, or Renfield the lunatic, is utterly transfixing and marvellously dexterous in his characterisation.

But Renfield should not be the star, and the play cannot afford a merely creepy Count Dracula. Nor, indeed, does the cast gel: Walker largely carried her own murder scene herself. There is a fundamental lack of energy and urgency. The male protagonists don’t seem to understand the enormity of losing their immortal souls, and the damsels are just not distressed enough.

‘Dracula’ has huge potential; as yet, however, it really lacks bite.

MANSFIELD COLLEGE CHAPEL
Tuesday- Saturday 7th Week

Three stars

 

The Winter’s Tale

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The Winter’s Tale is a difficult play to pull off. The sudden changes in tone, the fractured storyline, and the notoriously problematic stage direction “Exeunt, pursued by a bear” are but a few of the challenges facing the intrepid director.

This production, directed by Ellen Davnall, is essentially strong, but doesn’t have quite enough vitality to make it a truly magical experience.

The action begins in Sicilia, where King Leontes (Edwin Thomas), together with his wife Hermione (Roseanna Frascona), is persuading childhood friend Polixenes (Nicholas Pullen), the king of Bohemia, to extend his stay at their palace. Within the first few lines, Leontes mistakenly decides that Polixenes and his wife are having an affair, and it is here where the play takes its tragic turn.

From the beginning, Thomas seems at home in the lead role of the tormented king; his stage presence and focus is superb. With a bittersweet quality to his delivery, Thomas lures the audience into a false and unsettling sense of security.

But what the first half of the production lacks is the intense build-up in tragic overtones that the play itself demands. Overall, Thomas comes across as too reasonable in his ‘’outrage’ at the fantasy affair; Even the line “The covering sky is nothing; Bohemia nothing; My wife is nothing.” is without truly tragic passion.

The drama is instead made up by two excellent performances by Frascona as Queen Hermione and Kate Wilkins as Paulina. In the court scene Frascona captures the resilience of Hermione, but also her knowing misery of what is to come.

Wilkins is suitably dogged as Paulina, one of Shakespeare’s most powerful women: when Leontes snarls “I’ll ha’ thee burnt”, she replies quickly and sharply, “I care not.”

The production picks up in the second half of the play, where the action moves to Bohemia and tragedy is replaced by comedy. This is partly due to the overacting of Jeff Howard as the Clown, who grants a helpful energy boost to the second.

Joe Eyre’s depiction of Polixenes’ son Florizel effectively makes something of a dreary part. Pullen, though, could do more as the Bohemian king himself; he lacks the regal air and stage presence needed for the role.

I was uncertain of the validity of some of the directorial decisions. The actors wait on the sides of the stage when not performing, behaving as audience members – this is to emphasise the theme of storytelling in the play. The decision is not a detrimental one, but I did fail to see what it adds to the production.

There are some nice touches though, such as when, towards the end of the bear scene, the Clown comes onstage with a teddy bear whilst describing the actual life-size bear’s attack.

Essentially, Davnall is playing it safe. In a sense, this is why, whilst definitely powerful and entertaining, the production is not as good as it could be: at the crucial moments it holds back, fearful of being called histrionic, and thus renders a tremendously moving play simply enjoyable.

 

Sweeney Todd

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The story of Sweeney Todd is strange and confusing. In Dave Moore’s brilliant 2006 adaptation for the BBC, where Ray Winstone does his business on an 18th century Fleet Street, Mrs. Lovett’s hot meat pies are more than tempting.

Watching Winstone slice up his customers, packing their flesh into dense pastry, I’m sure I’m not the only viewer who began to feel genuinely hungry. It is from this central, visceral unease – a glitch in the unholy trinity of sex, death and meat – that the story derives its energy.

Half-displacing the tale into a sterile, medical modernity, Emily Lim (Alice Through the Looking Glass, Under Milk Wood) frames this problem in an altogether new way, as Todd’s beloved razors become surgical scalpels, customers are shaved in wheel-chairs, and ale is dispensed from an IV drip. This is not simply a cheap analogy (Todd remains an 18th century barber), but rather a deliberate juxtaposition and re-negotiation of story and setting.

Questionable mockney accent aside, Jonathan Webb carries the tension well in the title role, his growing madness and blood-lust visible in the contortions of his face.

Harriet Madeley is rather less convincing as Mrs. Lovett, performing a little too much in the shadow of Helen Bonham Carter. Indeed, there is more irony than intended in Todd’s contention that, unlike pork or beef, an actor pie “always arrives overdone”.

She is held up by well-choreographed action, and a more than competent supporting cast, along with a strong 14-piece band under the direction of Tom Brady (“The Last Five Years”).

In a production where Mrs. Lovett’s pies are about as tempting as supermarket sausages, some of the queasy energy of the original is inevitably sacrificed – reminded constantly of blood, bile and hospital food, one is more likely to vomit than to experience the strange hunger that has always marked this story’s best adaptations. Even so, it is admirably fresh and entertaining, and certainly deserves to be seen. Just make sure to eat dinner beforehand.

KEBLE O’REILLY
Wednesday – Saturday 7th Week

Three Stars

 

Neighbourhood Watch: Crime doesn’t pay

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As I sat awaiting the start of this brand new play, I was informed about its genesis. Fusing the quirky humour styles of two students, the production team told me, they had strived to create something that they saw as missing from Oxford’s stage scene. Having endured only three scenes, I can see manifold reasons for such a play’s hitherto absence.

Neighbourhood Watch is a bizarre exposition of gratuitous idiocy with all the wit of the Chuckle Brothers, all the humour of hepatitis, and all the acting skills of a slug’s understudy. The play – a pointless montage of archaic knob-gags, tired slapstick, and apalling French accents – apparently has a plot somewhere, involving robberies, paranoia and a neighbourhood-watch type scenario, but its presence was distorted beyond all recognition by the infuriating indulgence in pointless caricature and ubiquitous shouting.

Attempts at ironic self-parody, such as a one character telling the other he is “confusing, irritating and not funny”, fall hopelessly flat due to the play’s embarrassing lack of anything remotely resembling comedy. I did laugh once, but when an actor forgetting his lines gets a bigger reponse than any of the jokes in a so-called comedy, one knows one is observing something truly, chronically, shockingly dire.

I actually struggle to envisage what possible enjoyment anybody could derive from this thing, to the point where I ask myself: is it trying to be unfunny? Is the joke really on the poor, paying members of the audience? If so, God help us all.

Towards the end of the preview, the gormless Albert is seen sweeping bits of paper, sending them rolling slowly over the centre stage. Perhaps tumbleweed would have been more apt.

With Cuppers still fresh in our minds, surely we should celebrate student theatre: the hard-hitting relevance, the satirical splendour, the witty and the wonderful drama of which we know our eminent body of students so capable.
So, please, do not waste an hour of your life. Do something more enjoyable – staple your earlobes, perhaps. Or see something else.

BT LATE SLOT
Tuesday – Saturday 7th Week

No stars