Tuesday 4 December 2007

In defence of my profession

The movie "Awake" has just been released. It dramatises the rare phenomenon known as "awareness during anaesthesia", basically distorting facts and portraying certain situations in a totally untruthful manner. I've copied below a recent press statement from 'Ontario's Anesthesiologists' (anesthesiologists being the North American term for what the Brits/Aussies/Kiwis call anaesthetists). All the statements about standard of care equally apply when anaesthesia is administered by a trained professional in any country I'm familiar with.

Ontario's Anesthesiologists Criticize the Film Awake

    TORONTO, Nov. 30 /CNW/ - Ontario's Anesthesiologists expressed their
disappointment in the movie Awake, which was released nationwide in Canada
today.
Dr. Stephen Brown, Chair of Ontario's Anesthesiologists, a section of the
Ontario Medical Association, criticized the film, stating, "The film highly
distorts the practice of anesthesiology and the condition known as anesthesia
awareness, in a manner that is irresponsible and that could jeopardize the
ability of medical professionals to properly treat patients in need of
anesthesia care."
Said Brown, "While we appreciate the fictional nature of the story, the
movie gets the science completely wrong. The greatest problem with this is the
effect it may have on patients, many of whom may become unnecessarily fearful
about necessary medical procedures. As doctors, we encourage patients to take
an active role in their care. I believe that this sort of misinformation will
impede patients in playing an educated role in their care."
Among the inaccuracies of the film, Ontario's Anesthesiologists noted:

<< - The film and its publicity materials indicate that anesthesia
awareness occurs to 1 out of every 700 patients undergoing general
anesthesia. The actual incidence of the condition is likely closer to
1 in 15,000 for routine surgeries. Further, the incidence of
anesthesia awareness is much rarer in the vast majority of cases, and
only approaches the 1 in 700 ratio if one considers very high risk
cases such as in some traditional cardiac anesthesia and trauma
surgery.
- The film indicates that anesthesia awareness is a condition in which
the patient is fully paralyzed and fully awake. This is not usually
true. While in the very rarest of cases this can occur, most forms of
anesthesia awareness involve a slight sense of awareness of the
surgical procedure, including possible memory of sound as well as a
general awareness that the surgery is taking place - but not an
experience of pain.
- The cardiac surgery conducted in the film was not conducted according
to standard modern anesthetic procedures. More modern procedures
lessen the incidence of anesthesia awareness and increase the ability
of the anesthesiologist to detect and remedy any possibility of
anesthesia awareness.
- The patient in the film (played by Hayden Christensen) was described
as "paralyzed", but was in fact only partially immobilized, as
evidenced by eye and facial movements These movements are indicators
to the practising anesthesiologist which allow the anesthesiologist
to detect the possibility of awareness.
- In the movie, anesthesia was apparently provided in a single, initial
dose. In reality, for a general anesthetic, the anesthesiologist
would administer an initial dose, but would continue to administer
anesthetic during the entirety of the procedure, and would monitor
the treatment throughout.
- The movie presented an anesthesiologist who was inattentive and
intoxicated. This would obviously not be an acceptable level of care
in Ontario hospitals.
- The pre-operative assessment of the patient in the movie was
completely missing. Ontario's Anesthesiologists conduct a thorough
interview with patients who are to undergo anesthesia. And, for
complex surgeries, such as cardiac surgery, the anesthesiologist
further assesses the patient at the time of surgery. This assessment
allows the anesthesiologist to determine whether the patient is
within a group that is at a higher risk for anesthesia awareness and
to properly determine the form and amount of anesthesia to be
provided. >>


Ontario's Anesthesiologists believe that patients and their families
should be involved in their treatment and should be well informed about their
medical options as well as any risks associated with treatment. However,
Ontario's Anesthesiologists are disappointed that the movie Awake has failed
to accurately portray anesthesia treatment and, as such, may have a negative
impact upon the proper treatment of patients.

Tuesday 27 November 2007

Kee Thuan Chye - articles & interview

I've actually been back from my holiday a week now - updates in next blog! Was sending out this mass mail and thought it wouldn't look too out of place on this page, so here it is:

Hi all,

Kee Thuan Chye is a Malaysian journalist well-known for speaking his mind. He started an editorial for The Star in April 2007 which was promptly canned after 2 articles after the government warned The Star.

Here are links to the 2 articles (2nd one is what got him sacked):

No bulldung please.

This land is our land.

Also, here's a recent interview where he speaks out on current issues:

Kee to playing the fool ... again.

Cheers, Nav.
(your ever-loyal left-wing chest-thumping head-banging whisky-swigging fire-poking shit-stirring antipodean correspondent)

p.s. If anyone else cares, the lead singer of Quiet Riot just passed away. Everyone should download Metal Health (shame on you if it's not already in your collection) tonight and listen to the music & lyrics in a dark room, illuminated only by your computer screen, and just fuckin' lose yourself.

Wednesday 17 October 2007

Pre-holiday excitement


Been a good day so far. Afternoon teaching was cancelled (we were told to do self-directed learning ... like that was gonna happen!) so I have time to catch up on paperwork. Have an eye list tomorrow morning, hopefully it's all cataracts so I get to practice my sub-tenon blocks.


Couldn't find any colour pics of sub-tenons, but these show the 3 main steps quite well: (1) make a small cut in the conjunctiva, (2) slow dissection under Tenon's capsule down around the globe, (3) insert blunt cannula thru the tract you've made [while holding bit of conjunctiva] and inject local anaesthetic mixture when you've curved round the globe [I inject 4-5 ml of a 7ml solution containing Lignocaine 2% 3ml, Bupivacaine 0.5% 3ml and Hyaluronidase 150 IU/ml 1ml]. This is all done in an awake patient after topical anaesthesia with Tetracaine and Oxybuprocaine.


Going home to Malaysia this Friday (landing on Saturday morning). Apart from a short 3 days in January, this'll be my first trip in 16 months. Too long for someone who usually averages 2 trips a year. First stop is KL on Saturday for a bit of 'merry-making'. My next post will be after I recover from my hangover.

Thursday 11 October 2007

Guns 'N Roses - 3 July 2007, Christchurch

Thought I should write about this before the memory fades away (after all, you can't put your arms around a memory ...... anyone else get that?)

While I was studying for my Anaesthetic exams, I read in the paper that GNR were gonna be touring Australia and NZ in June/July 2007, with the Auckland show being held 3 days before my exam. I was swearing at myself ... such crappy timing!

GNR was my favourite band during a huge chunk of my teenage life (before finally being superseded by Iron Maiden when I was 16 or 17). I can remember buying the Use Your Illusion 1 & 2 cassette tapes in November 1991 just after they were released. I ended up listening to side 1 of Use Your Illusion 1 over and over again (I never bothered with side 2 ... would just rewind the tape and listen to side 1 again). This actually went on for a couple of months until I had this brainwave that the other 3 sides that I hadn't listened to yet might actually be just as good! Even now though, Right Next Door To Hell, Don't Cry, Perfect Crime, Bad Obsession and Back Off Bitch (all on side 1 of UYI 1) still take me back to weekday mornings in my living room, waiting to go to school when I was 13 (I was in the afternoon session) with GNR playing in the background. I still remember the lyrics to all their songs from the 5 studio albums. They were also the first albums I owned where you could clearly hear swearing in the lyrics ... and a lot of them as well. A lot of my time was spent turning the volume down at key parts of certain songs, to avoid incurring the wrath of my parents.

Ok, enough reminiscing about my childhood (for this post anyway). The tickets for the Auckland show was snapped up in an hour ... and the organisers subsequently added another show in Auckland, this time 2 days before my exam. Great fucking help that was to me! But wait .... a few hours later another announcement was made that they were adding another show ... this time in Christchurch, a whole day after my exam! I was absolutely stoked, to say the least. Fate finally dealt me a good hand - wasted no time in taking leave for that day.

Now, I know what everyone's thinking: "It's not really GNR anymore, it's just Axl" or "It's not GNR without Slash". Seriously though ... I know it's not the same GNR from 1987-1993. I decided it wasn't the same as soon as Izzy Stradlin' left the band, let alone Slash. the fact is, this is the closest thing that comes to the old GNR. Not even Velvet Revolver (with Slash, Duff and Matt Sorum) would qualify cos they only sing 1 or 2 GNR songs live. And even when they do, you know it's Scott Weiland and not Axl. So as long as the current incarnation of GNR had Axl singing close to what he sounded like (apparently the years of snorting cocaine hasn't been too kind to his vocal cords), I'd leave Christchurch a happy man.

Even though there were probably a good 200 people in front of me in the line outside the stadium, because I turned right when almost everyone else turned left after the main doors opened, I ended up with only 5 people ahead of me at the last doors (there were 2 entrances to the standing area on either side). I sprinted as soon as these doors opened and ended up right in front of the stage against the railing. And there was no fucking way I was moving for anything or anyone. Some high school kids ended up next to me, and they were talking amongst themselves. One of them tried to say something funny, and his mate goes, "Haha, that's about as funny as a stillborn". That cracked me up.

Anyway, show opened with Rose Tattoo, this old Australian hard rock band with a bluesy tinge to them. They've been around since the 70's. Their music was a little bland I have to say, but it was pretty good to hear Nice Boys Don't Play Rock 'n Roll played by the band who wrote the song (I'd only ever heard the GNR cover version). Also, I swear their frontman, a guy named Angry Anderson, was gonna have a stroke on stage at some point during the set. Next on was Sebastian Bach (for those who don't know, he's the ex-frontman for Skid Row). Now this guy, has taken great care of his voice ... it was absolutely pitch perfect. And he's a bloody good entertainer as well. I'm not a big fan of Skid Row in general, but was screaming along with everyone else when he belted 18 And Life and I Remember You.

After Bach left the stage, there was this sort of edgy anticipation throughout the crowd. Is Axl gonna throw a tantrum and not show up? (Axl doesn't turn up on stage before 11.30pm). Is he gonna leave halfway? Is he gonna give a shit performance and not really even try? Is this really happening? And then, the intro to Welcome To The Jungle started playing and 12'000 people went absolutely mental. Everyone was screaming the song. Girls (hot ones at that) started taking their tops off to try and get Axl to acknowledge them. GNR played at least 7 songs from Appetite For Destruction, which was just awesome. Only 3-4 songs from UYI 1 & 2 though. Of particular significance to me were It's So Easy, Mr Brownstone, You Could Be Mine, Out Ta Get Me and Nightrain. That last one is a song about my favourite cheap wine (Night Train, 17.5% alcohol, made in America) that I used to buy for RM20 (NZ$7.40) a bottle when I was 18-19. I could write a few posts on my experience with Night Train alone (GNR altered the spelling to avoid paying royalties). The crowd was understandably more quiet when some songs from the forever 'soon to be released' Chinese Democracy album were played but they didn't sound too bad. The pyrotechnics on stage were pretty good too.

By the end of the night, my ears were ringing but I left the venue knowing that I had been witness to the closest thing to what was once the biggest rock band in the world, and I had a huge smile on my face despite the cold wind and rain at 1.30 in the morning.

Friday 5 October 2007

My dying tongues

My sis asked me to help her out with a letter the other day. Sent her a few suggestions, after which she txted back saying "It has to be in Malay, not English". I thought to myself, just translate the bloody thing. Then ... i tried to do it myself. Bugger. There was no way I could come up with any direct translations for some words, let alone a whole phrase (without sounding like someone from elementary school anyway). I always knew my command of Malay was in decline ... but to this extent?

A little background info here: When I went to school in Malaysia (through the public education system), every subject in school was taught in Malay (except other languages, like English, duh!). From the age of 7 right up to 17. I spoke to my teachers in Malay, gave speeches in Malay, learnt classic Malay prose .. hell, I was even in the school's Malay debate team (and the English one as well). I speak English at home by the way.

Outside of school though, most people use colloquial Malay ... not the type you use in the classroom. This I can still speak, though it takes a while to come up with the right words sometimes. Useless when you need to write a letter though.

Why has my Malay become so bad? Simple. I don't use it anymore. Even in Malaysia after high school, I only ever needed to use colloquial Malay to get around.

The same thing has happened with my Cantonese. This I was never taught, but picked it up cos all my friends in school spoke it while I was growing up. I can still understand it, but again, thinking of the words takes a while. Again, the decline started after high school. Made new friends in KL, all of whom spoke English (rarely the case in smaller towns like the one I grew up in). Obviously used it even less in NZ (unless you get me really drunk ... the words seem to come out easier then).

At least my command of Punjabi has constantly stayed the same - abysmal! I can still only name types of food, numbers up to 15, family designations, simple verbs and certain household items. The food is very important :D

Sunday 30 September 2007

Of foreign doctors and terrorist cousins

By now, most of you should be familiar with the case involving Dr Haneef in Queensland. If not, here's a quick recap:

Bungled terrorist attacks in London and Glasgow (no one injured and 1 terrorist dies when his vehicle goes up in flames with him in it). Many of those involved identified as Muslim Indian-born foreign doctors, practicing in the UK. One of the suspects had a cousin practicing as a doctor in Brisbane (Dr Haneef, also Indian-born, having moved from the UK a few months ago), who was caught while trying to leave the country on a one-way ticket. Various claims made by the police to justify the arrest. Charges laid and then later dropped due to lack of evidence. Turns out, all Dr Haneef had done was give his terrorist cousin his UK SIM card when he was leaving the UK (almost a year before the terrorist activity) because he had no use for it once he left the country. The SIM card was not used in the attacks. Dr Haneef subsequently released from custody but has had his work visa cancelled (due to his failing the "character test"), so is unable to continue working the Australia.

Now, I'm writing this because I am a foreign doctor (well, sort of. I'm New Zealand-trained but born in Malaysia). Also, I had a terrorist cousin. His name was Kalwant Singh Sidhu-Brar (Sidhu-Brar being my real surname, some people prefer to just use Brar - [the Brar clan is a subset of the Sidhu clan]). Some newspapers referred to him as Kalwant Singh Gumti (Gumti being the name of his [and my ancestral] village in the Punjab). He was a Sikh militant, involved in the armed uprising against the Indian government in the quest for a separate Sikh state called Khalistan in the 1980's and early 90's. His paternal grandfather and my paternal grandfather were brothers (my grandparents on both sides of the family migrated to what was then British Malaya, so I'm 3rd generation Malaysian).

Before I tell you his story, let me just say that having read into the background of the Sikh separatist movement, and the events that provoked a demand for a separate state (they were essentially being screwed by the Indian central goverment) I support their motives but not their methods. Depending on your point of view, they are either freedom-fighters or terrorists. I tend to favour the latter term, based on the fact that many innocent Hindu civilians were gunned down in order to provoke the central Indian government. That's not to say I'm absolving the other side either - many Sikh youth who were picked up for questioning ended up dead after police torture (some for just being seen talking to a known militant).

On a quick side-note, I hate the way the word "terrorist" is bandied about these days. After Sept 11, everyone and their grandmother is a terrorist as long as it suits American interests. Why weren't the Irish Republican Army ever called terrorists by the American media? Was it because of the huge Irish Catholic immigrant population the US that provided moral (and some monetary) support? The same with the "freedom-fighters" in Kashmir not usually referred to as terrorists so as to not offend Pakistani sentiments, with Pakistan of course being central to America's "war on terror" (or as Borat so aptly put it, "war of terror")

Anyway, this story starts in August 1986, when General (retd) A. S. Vaidya, Chief of the Army Staff at the time of operation Blue Star, was shot dead in Pune by two Sikh assailants. If you don't know what Operation Blue Star is, go Google it or search on Wikipedia (and while you're there, look up Indira Gandhi's assasination and the subsequent anti-Sikh riots). Then, in August 1991, the Indian Ambassador to Romania Julio Ribeiro (who also happened to be the ex-Director General of Police in Punjab) was seriously wounded in Bucharest. The assailants in both cases were eventually captured and in the former case, sentenced to death.

In October 1991, the Romanian charge d'affaires in New Delhi, Liviu Radu, was kidnapped by four armed men as he drove to his office. The Khalistan Liberation Force and 3 other militant Sikh separatist groups jointly claimed responsibility for the kidnapping. My cousin was involved in the planning, if not the execution, of the kidnapping. I remember reading his name in the newspaper when I was young after this incident (and Dad pointing it out to me that we were related). They demanded the release of Sikhs facing the death sentence for the assasination of Vaidya. A Romanian official was chosen due to the fact that Ribeiro was posted to Romania, hoping that it would set off a diplomatic row between the 2 countries. The problem was though, that no one gave a rat's arse about some Romanian official in India and there was barely any follow-up media coverage internationally. He was eventually released unharmed after 48 (some sources say 23) days unharmed, with none of the demands met.

One of the men on death row was a close personal friend of my cousin. My cousin himself had gone underground prior to this, and was all set up to escape and live overseas (all the main funding came from sympathetic Sikhs based mainly in Canada and the UK) until he heard about his friend's situation. After the Romanian official was released, my cousin was gunned down in a police shootout (the police commonly manufactured these shootouts after torturing suspects to death, although this was not the case in this instance).

So there you go, a few similarities between Dr Haneef and myself. If Australia ever comes up with an immigration form asking "Do you or did you have any family members engaged in terrorist activity?", what do I tick?

References:
The Illustrated History Of The Sikhs - Khushwant Singh, Oxford University Press, 2006.
http://www.time.com/time/magazine/article/0,9171,974111,00.html
http://www.sikhsentinel.com/sikhsentinel0309/harpalsingh1.htm
http://www.hindu.com/2007/09/27/stories/2007092756051200.htm
http://www.rediff.com/news/2002/feb/05inter.htm

Dr Wenger's Diagnosis

Clicking on the title should take you to the article on The Guardian's website. A good interview with Wenger on the general state of football.

Tuesday 18 September 2007

Update - my year so far

Have to be at work in 2 hours for evening/night shift and have lots of errands to do which I've been putting off (surprise surprise). How do I summarise my year so far?

Most of the year so far has been work and study. Will list below the other stuff I've been up to, but everything else has basically been work and study (sad, I know), with the occasional night out in Palmy.

Jan - Got back from a friend's wedding in India, and managed a 3-day stopover in Malaysia (1 whole day of which I barely remember ... but that's another story). Also caught up with people from uni at the end of Jan ... had a blast in Auckland.

Aug - Sat and passed my ANZCA Primary Pharmacology viva in Melbourne (woohoo!) and spent another 3 days in Melbourne drinking and catching up with friends.

Sept - Caught up with uni mates again, this time in Hamilton. Had a blast both nights. Have to go camera-shopping soon though cos my 4-year old Casio Exilim suffered some irreversible damage while partying.

In between all that, have formulated some plans for next year. Taking a year off formal anaesthetic training and full-time work. Will instead take some papers (8 actually) at uni and do occasional locum work. There's also the ANZCA Primary Physiology paper which I'm planning to sit for in Feb. After that, I'll hopefully have more free time on my hands and will be able to do some travelling. Will know how much work those papers actually involve by March/April. Should be interesting to be back in Auckland after 4 years.

The Brilliance of Bergkamp

By Alan Smith (the original Alan Smith; the League's topscorer with Arsenal when we won the title in 1989 and 1991, and who scored the winner when we won the European Cupwinners' Cup in 1994)

By joining Arsenal in 1995, Dennis Bergkamp unwittingly managed to achieve something seminal. By just being himself, by bringing his prodigious talent to bear on the playing fields of England, he was largely responsible for a seismic shift in expectation levels, not just at Highbury but in the country as a whole. Once the princely Dutchman had started displaying his wares to disbelieving audiences up and down the land, once his incomparable skills became as much part of the scene as a crunching Tony Adams tackle, there was no going back for those privy to the pageant. The public wanted more. No longer would it settle for merely 'good' when it had seen what 'superb' could do to the pulse. Time had moved on and so had the demands, thanks to Bergkamp's brilliant machinations with the ball at his feet.

A heavenly touch, extraordinary vision, a sublime range of passing plus a compendium of wonderful goals: who could settle for milk after this taste of ambrosia? Not Arsenal. Not Arsene Wenger. With the bar raised to an unprecedented height, anyone fancying a jump needed spring in his heels.

Bergkamp, to all intents and purposes, was the trailblazer at Arsenal. Without him, the likes of Vieira, Anelka, Overmars, Petit, Pires and Henry might not have been so inclined to head for N5. They had, after all, seen their predecessor arrive as the first genuine overseas superstar to be beguiled by Blighty. Before him, the feisty fireworks accompanying most tussles in this country, the muck and bullets attitude that has prevailed down the years, tended to discourage the so-called foreign 'Fancy Dans'.

One sign of greatness is being able to adapt to different styles and Bergkamp proved beyond doubt that he could certainly do that. After Ian Wright, he learned to dovetail smoothly with first Nicolas Anelka, then Thierry Henry and, in a slight variation on a theme, the dashing Freddie Ljungberg.

Anelka, for one, has Bergkamp to thank for many of his goals. Likewise, the supplier hungrily seized on the Frenchman's devastating pace and direct movement to showcase his own talents. It was an avenue of attack too good to pass up. "His pace made things very simple for me," Bergkamp says. "Put the ball over the top and no one could stop him. It was just a matter of keeping him onside and getting the ball in his path."

Pace also played a key part in the man's dealings with Henry. Yet Bergkamp soon discovered that any kind of service would usually do the trick. "Thierry, for me, is one of the most complete players I've ever played with. It doesn't matter how he gets the ball. Just do it. He makes it look very simple but we all know it's very hard."

A little more complex if no less devastating was the relationship with Ljungberg, perhaps his most enduring at Highbury. With the elusive Swede cutting in from the right flank at an incredible pace, timing his darting runs to perfection, the angles involved were slightly different. Nevertheless, it was an enthralling sight as the two worked perfectly in tandem to prise open back doors. "That's very hard to deal with for a defender," Bergkamp confirms. "A left-back wouldn't follow Freddie all the way and a centre-half wouldn't be able to pick him up." The ploy worked countless times. Defenders knew what was coming but so fast was the link-up, they were helpless to respond.

Picking out the best example - from many - isn't easy, but perhaps the most spectacular linkup, though slightly different from the norm, came against Juventus on a stirring Highbury night in the Champions League. This was Bergkamp in his prime, at his ridiculous best. Two twists and a turn, a lightning-quick drag back and the deftest of flicks proved more than enough to flummox two Juve defenders. Ljungberg made it all seem worthwhile with a typically clinical finish. Thinking back, Bergkamp remembers this moment with a fond nod. He also remembers how he arrived at this place, at a level of excellence very few can match. "Those through-balls are just a matter of practice. A lot of it has to do with the pace of the ball. Anyone can play a ball in between two defenders, but you've got to judge the pace right. If you do, it's a great ball, otherwise it looks like nothing. On a wet pitch, on a dry pitch - it's all different."

This all reflected Bergkamp's work on the training ground, where his attention to detail was second to none. You would often see him practising out on the pitch long after many team-mates had wandered off for a shower. Volleys and half-volleys into an empty net, controlling the ball different ways with either foot - whatever it took to keep his technique razor sharp. It proved a marvellous example to those watching. If a senior craftsman like Dennis felt the need to practise, less gifted team-mates could have no excuse. Repetition, repetition - a mantra for success and a worthy legacy. "I didn't practise because I was told to but because I've always liked doing it," he explains. "Since the age of 12 at Ajax, it was all about being there with the ball, trying shots, passes and tricks. After training as well. It was just a regular part of my day."

Perhaps the most audacious example in this man's impressive directory of goals came one day at Newcastle in 2002. After a Robert Pires pass had found his team-mate on the edge of the box with back to goal, what happened next defied football physics. One impossible touch with his left boot allowed the striker to spin sweetly on his axis as the ball floated around one side of his marker, Nicos Dabizas, and he glided the other. It was a move that totally flummoxed the defender and led to Bergkamp somehow facing up to goal with the ball at his feet. With the hard bit done, the engineer of this outrageous act comfortably held off Dabizas before slotting the ball home past a helpless Shay Given. At first glance, it didn't look intentional. In fact, if anyone else had done it you would say they got lucky. But this was Bergkamp. On his day, nothing seemed out of reach. Bobby Robson, Newcastle's manager at the time, agreed. "You can't blame anyone for that," he said. "You just have to accept that Bergkamp did a beautiful thing."

FEW outside his inner circle know much about the real Bergkamp, the person within. Supporters see the 'Iceman' doing his stuff on the pitch, they hear him give interviews with intelligence and honesty, but they don't see the dry humour, the biting wit, which formed part of the dressing room for so many years. On that score, Arsenal's number 10 could hold his own with the best. If any mickey-taking was required, Bergkamp was always on hand to oblige. That's partly what attracted him to England in the first place. He knew the culture and humour were very similar to Holland's.

This familiarity dates back to his summers as a child coming over on holiday: Cornwall, the south coast, London - his family would visit them all as committed Anglophiles. As Manchester United fans, what's more, his parents had named their son Dennis after the great Denis Law, adding an extra 'n' to avoid comparisons with the girl's name Denise.

It seemed preordained that Bergkamp would, at some point, ply his trade in England. "In my time the route from Holland was always to Spain or Italy first. England was never mentioned. For me it was different. I always had a connection with English football. I don't know why. I went to Inter knowing that I would go to England afterwards. I signed a contract for four years at Inter, but after two it hadn't worked out. Once I told my agent I wanted to try England, contact with Arsenal was made and the deal was done within a week."

Bergkamp enjoyed a very good relationship with Bruce Rioch [his first manager at Arsenal] so naturally felt sad when Rioch was sacked five days before the start of the following season. The Arsenal board kept saying, 'Relax, relax, there's a new coach coming in and it will all change. Trust us'."

Once in place, Arsene Wenger introduced methods that made his new charges think. "The training sessions were different," Bergkamp says. "'We worked a lot with mannequins and practised shadow play. He was just trying to put in place a way of playing and getting everyone used to it. The right-back passes to the right winger, the right-back overlaps - all those movements, repeating them over and over again. We kept doing that for months at the start so that everyone knew a different way of playing. The whole team was there on the pitch and we'd practise a lot of moves around the mannequins. He was so calm with everything. He introduced recovery days when you'd just stay indoors and do stretching. Straight away it seemed more professional, like we were really making a nice job out of this.

"Before Arsene came, a double session meant we were finished by about 1.30pm. Now we would have a session in the morning, have lunch, rest for two hours, then start the second session at three. We started stretching before games at the hotel. Somehow it all makes you think more about your game, about the task coming up."

In David Winner's book, Those Feet, the author Nick Hornby cleverly explains his own take on Bergkamp. "When Dennis arrived, he exposed something about England," Hornby says. "It's as if you're watching a film with special effects where everything is very small, and it's fine as long as they keep the cameraman out of the picture.... but then 'oh, they're only an inch tall'."

In other words, everyone was dwarfed by the Dutch master's talent. His entrance put the achievements of predecessors into sharp perspective.

Agree or disagree with those sentiments, it was Homby's way of describing Bergkamp's magnitude as one of the most gifted footballers ever to grace these shores. His impact, as a result, stretches beyond tribal ties to leave the English public with a new yardstick.

Could he possibly have expected so much upon arriving in London? For that matter, could the aspiring schoolboy at Ajax ever have foreseen what was to come? "First of all the dream was to become a professional footballer. When you've achieved that, you want to take things further- become a top scorer, play international football, make a move to a different country," said Bergkamp.

"I look back now at 19 years playing at the top, seeing three different countries, playing a lot of games, scoring a lot of goals, seeing a lot of success but most of all enjoying it all. Yes, this is way more than I could ever have expected."

More than we anticipated, too, Dennis. For Arsenal fans, especially, it has been a total privilege.

-END-

Here are 2 Youtube clips showcasing some of Bergkamp's goals. First link is a 3 and a 1/2 min clip and shows some of his goals for Holland and Ajax as well, 2nd is 9 mins long (taken from the '501 goals' Arsenal DVD).

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nCEXkik6Iuk

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jBu_F30CHQk

Sunday 19 August 2007

Usual crap from the FA

Have been neglecting this site, mainly 'cos I've been busy. Should be updating more frequently, but have left some topics on the backburner. Anyway, had to paste this article 'cos it's fairly topical. The full article is below and the link is link is : http://www.arsenal.vitalfootball.co.uk/article.asp?a=79293

We all know that the English Football Association is a complete joke, but you would think that perhaps they would show some signs that they consider everyone to be on an even playing field, wouldn't you?

Well they clearly don't care that it's clear they favour some managers over others.

I'll keep this reasonably brief.

Last season Arsene Wenger was fined on three occasions by the FA. Most notable was his fine for calling a linesman a liar after Adebayor was sent off for something he clearly didn't do during the Carling Cup final. After Eboue lashed out at Frank Lampard the referee sent off Adebyor (sic) for punching the fat Chelsea midfielder. The FA backed their officials, then said they would review the incident.

They then claimed Adebayor tried to punch Lampard. That, of course was proven wrong, so they again changed their charge to 'acting aggressively' towards Lampard. That too was clearly rubbish, the Togo international was trying to pull players apart. Indeed, even the Ginsters-loving Lampard denied that Adebayor had done anything wrong. Despite that, the FA hit the frontman with a 3-match ban. And as if to add insult to injury, they even saw fit to extend the ban from 3 to 4 matches.

They also hit Eboue with a 3 match ban for the same offence. So, who was guilty? Unless they share a body, only one of them went for Fat Frank!

So, Arsene Wenger was right, they lino was a liar, but that didn't stop the FA hitting Wenger with a massive fine.

Last season Mourniho (sic) got away with calling a referee a son of a whore. Something in a match (I forget what) didn't go Chelsea's way, the Chelsea manager lost his temper and launched the attack at an official in Portuguese. It wasn't in English, the Ref didn't understand it, does that mean it's ok? I don't think so. Did the FA act? Of course not!

On Wednesday after Ronaldo was rightly sent off for trying to headbutt Richard Hughes United Gaffer Alex Ferguson slammed Ref Steve Bennett. Speaking to MUTV he said: 'Steve Bennett sent him off at City (in 2006) and will have loved the opportunity to send him off again.'

Now, although he's done it in a different way, he's done what Wenger did and called an officials integrity into doubt.

An FA spokesman said it was 'highly unlikely' Fergie would face any action over his comment.

Why? Well, I have my opinions, and I think I've made them clear in the article, and I'm sure you all have your own.

One thing's for sure, The FA are useless, incompetent and a waste of time!

Thursday 26 July 2007

Goodbye Freddie ... and thanks for the memories

The Arsenal announced a couple of days ago that they'd reached an agreement to transfer Freddie Ljungberg to West Ham for 3 million pounds. Despite being a shadow of his former self the past 2 seasons, I for one am sad to see him go.

We bought Freddie from a Swedish club (Halmstad I think) in 1999, after our double-winning season of 97/98. He took over the number 8 jersey from Ian Wright (my all-time favourite Arsenal player) when Wrighty was given a free transfer (also to West Ham) after breaking the Arsenal goal-scoring record which had stood since the 1930's (and which has since been bettered by a certain Thierry Henry).

I remember Freddie scoring on his debut, in the charity shield against Moan Utd, lobbing old 'Red Nose' Schmeichel. By far, his best season was the 01/02 double-winning season, where we hardly missed an injured Robert Pires thanks to Ljungberg's performances. My favourite goal of his has to be the one he scored against Chelski in the 2002 FA Cup final (Ray Parlour scored the other goal). Watched that match live at a sports bar in Melbourne Crown Casino with 500 other screaming Gooners ... absolute magic. Clips of some of his goals can be viewed at the link above (click on the blog article title).

Freddie (currently Sweden's captain) became the longest-serving player in the squad once Dennis Bergkamp retired in 2006. Now that he's gone, we only have 3 players left from the 2004 Invicibles (Kolo Toure, Gilbert O'Silva and Mad Jens) ... which is a huge turnover in only 3 years. Am pretty sure Mad Jens will leave at the end of the new season (he'll be about 38 by then) and the 3rd generation of Wenger's Arsenal will then have taken shape.

Tuesday 24 July 2007

You Tube-CNN US Presidential debate

Did anyone catch the You Tube-CNN US Presidential debate for the Democratic candidates? I did and I thought it was bloody excellent! For those who don't know, basically it had the candidates from the Democratic party answering questions sent in by the public via You Tube. I thought it was great that they answered questions that seemed to reflect what is important to the average person living on the street. Now, I'm sure that all the candidates had practiced beforehand what they would say if a certain 'hot' topic was asked (healthcare, gun control, abortion, etc) but there was the occasional curler out there. (Sheesh ... sounds like what I need to do for my viva exam, when I do eventually qualify for them). Overall, they all seemed pretty articulate and knew what they were talking about. The Republican equivalent will be held at some point I think.

Now, why should I comment about the US presidential debate? 2 reasons:

1. The leader of the US is the most powerful person in the world, like it or not. The cynic in me might argue that he (or she?) is merely the puppet whose strings are being pulled by big corporations (or whoever else has donated millions to their campaign fund). Nevertheless, decisions made by the US President affects the entire world. If only non-Americans got to vote there as well :)

2. It pisses me off that many of the MPs in Malaysia behave like immature imbeciles. Viewed a few clips the other day on You Tube, showing parliamentry proceedings, and I was gobsmacked. Some of these cretins (apologies to anyone with congenital hypothyroidism) were just, well, horrible. Shouting, making racist and sexist comments, threatening other MPs, etc. If they can't win an argument, they resort to childish behaviour. Just about all of these idiots come from the ruling party and think they can do/say whatever they please with impunity. I firmly believe that absolute power corrupts absolutely - and the Barisan Nasional (National Front) have been in power since 1955. They've been reelected every time for various reasons, in an unlevel playing field. Having said that, the opposition hasn't shown any proof that they could organise a freakin' birthday party, let alone a functional government (heard of a shadow cabinet anyone? - not in Malaysia). Ok, I'm starting to rant now (a lot more could be written about this). My point is, if the politicians in Malaysia could only have half the tact and knowledge that I saw on tv earlier today, I'd have a lot more confidence in the government's actions.

Just getting started!

First read about blogs waaaaay back when they were still called 'weblogs' (blog being the shortened version of the word) and thought that it'd be cool to have one .. like an online public diary of your life. Blogs seem to have permeated online culture so much to the extent that this software wants to correct the spelling for 'weblogs' but not 'blogs'. I'm sure I started an account and made at least one posting back then, but I can't even remember for the life of me when/where that was (and no, it wasn't my alcohol-induced amnesia). Hopefully, this will be different and updated regularly.

Why do want/need a blog? In short, I'm opinionated. And I like telling people my point of view. Just ask some of my close friends and family. Sometimes I tell people my view or how I feel about certain things even when it's obvious that it's not what they'd like to hear. Sometimes I do it by mass email (not very often now). A blog lets me say what I want. You may not agree with everything (or anything) I say, but that's your right to do so and I value an intellectual debate. Sometimes, after hearing what someone has to say, I might even change my mind :)


I don't think I can talk about just anything here. Some things should remain private. So what will I talk about? Apart from mundane aspects of my life (this will save me writing mass emails hopefully), you might hear me rant about politics, football, history, medicine, news events, tv, movies, music .... not necessarily in that order. If I cause offense to to anyone, with whatever I write, I'm sorry. If you don't like what you read, go read something else. Respect my right to an opinion just as I respect yours, within the limits of human decency.