Man up…for Christ’s sake

Not since Gazza’s infamous imitation of a flute band has there been as big a kerfuffle at Rangers Football Club, as has been caused by Joey Barton’s self – opinionated public rubbishing of his fellow players at Ibrox. I had wondered if adding a notoriously hot-headed and somewhat ageing player to the Old Firm mix might turn tasty, but I’d expected that the hackles raised would be at Celtic, rather than his own club. The incident, albeit reported ad nauseam in the Scottish press, remains unclear, but certainly involved Mr Barton speaking back to his manager. At present he has been sent to the naughty step for a period of time, possibly with the hope that he may return contrite.
There has been endless comment on this matter in the sports pages of the newspapers and online, and I had almost stopped paying any attention to it, when I came across a remarkable article by Barry Fergusson in today’s Daily Record. He is himself an ex-Rangers midfielder, who also played many times for Scotland. More relevantly however he was also involved in a footballing stramash entitled “Boozegate” which along with his public disrespect of critics, finished his football career at Rangers. In his piece today he refers to those incidents, and offers some advice to Joey Barton. Nothing new in that, you might think, but you’d be wrong.

Barry Fergusson is utterly honest about his own bad behaviour. He writes in some detail about the four days he spent at home, without distraction from newspapers or TV, looking steadily at himself, and as he says, not liking what he saw. He saw that there was no one to blame but himself, because he had chosen to do the things that had brought him disgrace. He goes further, by mentioning that he realised that these bad decisions were part of a pattern that he needed to break. He expresses gratitude to the manager who allowed him to remain until the season’s end and to the other manager who took the risk of signing him for his club. It is the most sensible and honest reflection I have read for some time.
Modern sporting gurus are forever telling sportsmen to “man up”, meaning that they should at least match the aggression of their opponents or counter their superior skill by force. The expression rests on a strange view of what it means to be a man, having little to do with courage and a great deal to do with testosterone. Barry Fergusson has proven his worth as a human being by his initial courage in looking steadily at his own character, and his greater courage in writing publicly about a painful episode in his life. I would be happy for a my grandchild to be influenced by this man.

As it happens, Jesus was a man. It is part of Christian teaching that he was without sin, yet when a prophet took to the wilderness and urged people to repent, he was able to man up and join his fellow sinners at the River Jordan. The capacity to see and admit our faults and follies is is a prerequisite for goodness.

“The facts are friendly; God is in the facts….”


Later I remembered that the first time I climbed it, I was a student, not yet working, unmarried, carelessly strong. I envy that young man the spring in his footsteps, his easy energy. I still share his sense of walking into miracles on every trek. Yet how much arrogant nonsense was in his head that required the erosion of years and experience to reduce to common sense! That recognition of loss of energy and a small gain in wisdom, makes me long to go back, to relive past splendours and excise past follies and crimes, to hear once more that music, to silence that idiot boasting, to be there for the one in need rather than avoiding them.
But maybe he asssumed that we all love sameness, because change is ultimately destructive. But when I think precisely about my own feelings, I want to say that I am attracted to sameness, but I love change. My Christian tradition tells me that God is the spirit of change, because God is the spirit of life, that in its grace and ruthlessness, continues, in this world and beyond, the process of God’s evolving creation, the erosion and rebuilding of all things. That too is something I need to get used to, and girn about.
The Jewish bible begins with the story of a creator God who makes a universe and creates life in it, including that of creatures made in his/ her own likeness, who will look after it all on his behalf. Instead these human creatures decide to grasp the knowledge of everything and to rule the world on their terms rather than the creator’s, who is left scarmbling to catch up with his rebellious creatures without wiping life out altogether. After repeatd failures, God realises that he cannot command human cooperation in his wish to bless his creation, and that he must therefore ask for it, by starting with just ine family, that of Abraham. In the end of the day this God has to trust human beings to help him bring his creatives project to perfection, meaning that God has more faith in humanity than I do.







