When The Guardian (26 Feb) announced Jonathan Liew’s silver award – congratulations, by the way – in the British Sports Journalist Awards, it published a column by him that opened: “I don’t really have a position on VAR.”
That’s an odd attitude to take when your stock-in-trade is to hold an opinion. Very few people, surely, “don’t really have a position on VAR”: those with negligible interest in football, mainly. Until the turn of the year it may have been legitimate to suspend judgement, arguing limply that it was ‘too early to tell’. But the season is now two-thirds over (nine-tenths, from a Liverpool point of view). It’s high time opinion-formers in football decided where they stood on VAR.
The difficulty they face is that VAR is not consistently atrocious. Yes, its decisions are occasionally baffling. But occasionally it comes up with what appears to be if not the right answer then at least a reasonable stab at it. And therein lies a plausible explanation.
Many times this season it has been almost impossible to imagine that the Video Assistant Referee is watching the same incident as the rest of us. Is it possible that in imagining this we’ve stumbled on the truth: that nobody in the famous Stockley Park Incident Room is watching it? But an experimental Artificial Intelligence (AI) system is?
VAR has all the hallmarks of AI: ●Mystical faith in technology on the part of the authorities (see also NHS records, smart motorways and, looking nervously right, left and right again, autonomous cars) ●Nit-picking Assuming its lines are accurate, as VAR has to, the width of an armpit or an instep is as good as a mile ●No understanding of the soul of the game Some goals (eg Teemu Pukki for Norwich (2:10) against Spurs in December 2019) are works of art and should not be ruled out for anything less than the personal involvement of Vladimir Putin in the build-up ●Incredibly slow.
In addition, three hitherto puzzling factors can now tentatively be explained: ● The reluctance of referees to consult pitch-side monitors. The interface must still be in beta testing. The referee would have no control over the process and would be obliged to wait for VAR to shuffle its replays, lines and angles, pausing occasionally to flash up an eternally gyrating icon ● The inability to distinguish between clear and marginal errors by the referee. Computers are much better at black and white than grey, even when the grey might be mistaken for Farrow & Ball strong white ● The abandonment of any attempt to police penalty-area grappling at corners. VAR is clearly programmed to regard arms as a legitimate part of the game except when the ball strikes a Bournemouth defender’s shoulder.
If VAR is an AI application, should we expect it to improve? Typically, AI systems use vast quantities of incoming data to build on the original algorithms their creators supply and to fine-tune their own performance. Unfortunately, that can mean their mistakes become more ingrained and alarming, depending on the mentality of those creators. In this case we should assume teams of programmers and referees. It doesn’t augur well, does it?
“Along Central Drive, the Irish Sea soon fills the skyline. The horizon looks as if it is ring-fenced by turbines”
Barrow people must be heartily sick of seeing their town stereotyped. A couple of days before my visit Barrow happened to appear on the ITV News. The reporter was flogging a ‘Death of the High Street’ horse. Boarded-up premises and proprietors with stiff upper lips were prominent. If ITV found anything attractive to point their cameras at, the editors chose not to show it.
“On the natural skyline, brooding promontories slope down to the sea”
Barrow Town Hall: “Above the town’s streets, dramatic Victorian towers and spires soar”
Where might they have looked? The snowy uplands of the Lake District, perhaps. Or the Walney Island seashore, barely 20mins walk from the town centre. To get there you’d pass the Dock Museum and cross a bridge with views Constable might have painted, in either direction. On the natural skyline, brooding promontories slope down to the sea; above the town’s streets, dramatic Victorian towers and spires soar.
“A number of the thoroughfares are so wide you’d wonder whether Baron Haussmann did some moonlighting here.” In the background, Devonshire Dock Hall: “the six-pack on steroids that butts into the town’s southern horizon like a theatre flat”
Barrow is a town of sweeping vistas and unexpected
panoramas. In part this is a result of Victorian town-planning. The town
centre’s grid system carries the eye down otherwise ordinary streets to
horizons improbable distances away. A number of the principle thoroughfares are
so wide you’d wonder whether Baron Haussmann did some moonlighting here. They
tend to flow into each other at elaborately decorative roundabouts.
One such boulevard is Holker Street, which older readers
will recognise as identifying Barrow AFC’s ground in days of yore. Holker
Street runs from the railway station to the Progression Solicitors Stadium and
has pavements that must be 10 or 12ft wide. If these are not the widest
pavements expediting the movement of large numbers of people to or from an
English football ground, I’d be very surprised. (As if to compensate, the
Wilkie Road pavement running along the north side of the ground is so narrow
you’re more or less obliged to jaywalk.)
Barrow is also a town of unexpected squares, many of them
given over to car-parks. During the last war the German bomb-aimers were
notoriously inaccurate, hitting the town as often as the docks; if these
squares are the result at least some good came of it. Even where there are cars
there are generally also encircling trees. In the absence of cars, you’ll find grass
and an occasional memorial, often complemented by statuary, plaques or other
features. Barrow is a town of oddly shaped benches: some commemorative, some
sponsored, some just expressive of a bench-maker’s joie de vivre.
The statues also vary. In the middle of roundabouts and outside
the magnificent town hall there are conventional frock-coated Victorians.
Elsewhere monuments of different characters recall Barrow’s industrial,
nautical and sporting past. Emlyn Hughes is one of the first you’ll encounter
if you arrive by train.
The Spirit of Barrow: “From some angles the four shipyard workers have a Soviet-era look…”
In the centre of the shopping district a bronze grouping
called The Spirit of Barrow is particularly wonderful. From some angles the
four large shipyard workers have a Soviet-era look, and the words ‘Courage’,
‘Labour, ‘Skill’ and ‘Progress’ around the base reinforce that. But the quartet
suggests Pride in and Affection for the town and it lifts the spirits.
There’s more Barrovian baroque at the Dock Museum. This occupies an old dry dock close to the Walney Island bridge. On the day I visited, the Significant Form exhibition of the South Lakes Art Collective opened in the atmospheric space at the lower level of the dock. Above, there are displays celebrating Barrow’s history – natural and industrial. Not surprisingly, the models of vessels built in Barrow are sensational (and in the case of one submarine in particular, quite chilling). Equally sensational and not at all chilling was the flapjack in the museum café.
Sir James Ramsden: credited with bringing industry and prosperity to Barrow. “He also brought the most remarkable pair of mutton-chops.”
Notable buildings (aside from the Town Hall) include the one
now occupied by the Citizens Advice Bureau. This was formerly the bath-house
presented to the town in 1872 by Sir James Ramsden, the town’s first mayor and
the man most regularly credited with bringing industry and prosperity to it. He
also brought the most remarkable pair of mutton-chops.
Next door on Abbey Road is the Nan Tait Centre, now an arts
centre but originally in 1900 Barrow’s Technical School. Redbrick, terracotta
and vast panels representing Ars Longa Vita Brevis and Labor Omnia Vincit –
what more could you want?
Devonshire Dock Hall sounds as if it could be another
Victorian palais, perhaps where Music Hall breathed its last in 1914. It is,
certainly, one of the most prominent buildings in the town: it’s the six-pack
on steroids that butts into the town’s southern horizon like a theatre flat. Occupied
by BAE Systems, it is an indoor shipbuilding complex.
The sea-front is well worth a detour. Apart from anything
else it’s a pleasant walk (or a short bus ride). It takes you through
Vickerstown, a UK example of a phenomenon more common – and notorious – in the
USA: the company town. The provision of housing for employees sounds
enlightened but it could equally represent self-interest as companies sought to
discourage unionisation, offset wage rises by rent increases etc.
Along Central Drive, the Irish Sea soon fills the skyline. The
horizon looks as if it is ring-fenced by turbines: what you’re looking at is the
Walney Wind Farm, the largest offshore wind farm in the world according to the
BBC. Opinion will vary about whether it’s unsightly: I’d say No, and I’d offer
in support the decision of ITV not to show it. The turbines are far enough away
to be matchstick figures on the horizon and you could make a case for them
providing points of interest in the view.
To the east is Morecambe Bay: go by train along the scenic Furness Line
The beach here is of pebbles. I’m told you’ll find sand
further along the front in both directions; behind Walney there are mud-flats
and to the east is Morecambe Bay. In other words, the variety of marine
environments is wide. And in the background is the Lake District. It’s quite a
place.
* While I was taking a photograph of The Spirit of Barrow, a couple of buskers offered a spirited version of Wish You Were Here. They were worth a contribution but I was less sure about the sentiment. Did I wish You were here? If I’d invited You to Barrow, in January, You might think the magic had gone. But I was guilty of the stereotyping decried at the top of this piece. I withdraw the remark and apologise. Don’t let anything discourage you from going to see Barrow, at any time of year – and go by train.
Barrow 2 Bromley 0 Progression Solicitors Stadium, 18 January 2020
