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Friday 10 October 2014

Boycott on L'Affaire Pietersen

Geoffrey Boycott in The Telegraph

This has been a sorry week for English cricket, but the England and Wales Cricket Board started this farce with Kevin Pietersen so it should not try to take the moral high ground.
Kevin is a sinner but he has been sinned against by the ECB. There are rights and wrongs on both sides and whatever Pietersen’s faults, the ECB is not blameless.
For me, it reached its lowest point on Tuesday when a “strictly confidential” ECB document was leaked to the media. The points it contained were pathetic and it was a crass idea to put together such a report to try to trash Kevin. It stinks.
Whoever dreamt that up is not fit to lead English cricket. Kevin has been a fantastic batsman for England. He thrilled millions and helped win matches for the England team that enabled some people at the ECB to bask in reflected glory.
Yes Kevin was awkward, difficult, different and at times his own worst enemy. But his record and his performances do not deserve a character assassination. The ECB should be dignified about it all and not try to belittle him.  
I hope the ECB is investigating how one of its confidential documents reached the public domain. If it discovers someone within the ECB leaked it then they should get the sack. If nobody is sacked then we can only assume that the ECB was happy or even complicit with the document being leaked in order to denigrate Kevin.
Some of the points contained in this document are so trivial it beggars belief. He had rows with the captain and coach about the way the team were performing, that sort of thing has gone on forever. It is OK if it happens within the confines of the dressing room. You are supposed to have open discussion in the dressing room and get things off your chest. In fact, the way we played in Australia, I would have said some far worse things to my team-mates if I was still playing.
Another claim is he took some younger players out for a drink in Adelaide. Give me a break - drinking has always gone on and that should not be dignified with a reply. It was only last year after a drinking session we had England players peeing on the Oval pitch after an Ashes win and the ECB or Andy Flower did nothing about it. We had Andrew Flintoff full of drink and trying to ride a pedalo in the West Indies but it did not finish his career. We had Joe Root drinking in the early hours of the morning when he was attacked by David Warner during the Champions Trophy last year. On the field James Anderson uses personal abuse every Test and nothing has been done about it.
The report also claims Kevin looked at his watch and out the window during team meetings. He was probably bored to death. I am sorry but the ECB is making itself look like a laughing stock.
The Yorkshire committee tried to do the same thing to me when they had an “in-depth investigation” into why we were not winning championships. They tried to blame me for everything. They even got a tea lady at Warwickshire to write a letter of complaint saying I had taken the crusts off my sandwiches which had upset her.
When they sacked me in 1983 the members were horrified and called a special meeting to sack the whole b----- committee. So I would say to the ECB, be careful how you try to manipulate events. Why? Because England cannot lay all the blame for the Ashes whitewash on KP. If everyone in the England team had bowled, batted, captained and managed better we would not have been rock bottom after the Ashes.
We were the worst I have ever seen in Australia. If the ECB, Andy Flower and Alastair Cook cannot see they too were to blame then they are sticking their heads up their a---. It is ridiculous to make one man the scapegoat.
I am not blindly sticking up for Kevin. But most very talented sportsmen are like diamonds. They sparkle and glitter and light up the game. They catch the eye and enchant the public. But all diamonds are flawed. They are not perfect and you have to learn to love and nurture a diamond. They have not done that with Kevin.
Look, I know three captains who would have handled him no problem at all: Michael Vaughan, Mike Brearley and Raymond Illingworth. They would have set boundaries early on in their relationship with Kevin. They would have accepted you have to give a bit of leeway to a rare talent. But they would never humiliate him in public. They would allow lots of dressing-room banter, which is good for team spirit. Taking the mickey out of each other encourages laughter in the work-place. But they would never allow someone to humiliate a team-mate outside the dressing room, which is what happened with this KP Twitter parody account.
While that was going on, there were strong rumours somebody in the dressing room was either involved in it or giving information to the author to embarrass Kevin.
We cannot prove that but I heard at the time it was going on. The ECB should have solved that immediately. If any player is involved in helping to publicly embarrass a team colleague, it is not acceptable. Flower should have dealt with that as coach, or the captain, Andrew Strauss. Any player involved should have been suspended because it was not funny. The problem was that Flower and Kevin did not get on, so Andy probably could not be bothered and Strauss was getting ready to quit as captain, so neither of them wanted the aggravation. Once again the ECB failed in its duty.
This is not a one-eyed support for Kevin from me but a defence of fair play. There is no excuse for some of his stupid shots when England were in trouble. He gave the impression, rightly or wrongly, that he could not care less. There was also no excuse for KP constantly agitating to play a full IPL season to earn his $2 million for eight weeks’ work. England compromised and allowed him half that but told him he had to be back for the first Test of the summer. England were right on that. He had been given an opportunity to play for England and he was contracted to the ECB on good money. Do not forget, his IPL deals only came about because he had been given the chance to showcase his talents by England.
Kevin wanted the penny and the bun. He did not want to give up anything. He could not see this was fair and there was constant bickering going on behind the scenes.
This chasm between Pietersen, Flower and the ECB widened over time. It started in 2008 when KP was captain and he recommended Peter Moores and Flower should be removed from coaching the team. Instead the ECB sacked him as captain over the telephone and eventually promoted Flower to be his boss. Yet again someone from the ECB leaked KP’s sacking to the media . As a result Hugh Morris could not tell him face to face but had to ring him up in South Africa and tell him he had lost his job. Hugh was afraid if he did not forewarn KP he would be met at the airport by a media scrum. Kevin was so upset and to save face resigned. It is hardly surprising the rot set in.
For years, the ECB picked KP in the team under sufferance because he could help win matches.
When he failed to do that during the last two Ashes series they simply decided they could not take any more and he had to go.
Even the ECB could not do that honourably. Both sides agreed not to make any comments until after Oct 1. KP kept his end of the bargain but the new MD, Paul Downton, in trying to justify its decision, broke it by publicly criticising KP. And a red-faced ECB had to apologise on his behalf. What a mess.

Saturday 23 February 2013

With this tax dodger list the Revenue shames only itself



By singling out barbers and pipe fitters, HMRC shows it takes care of the little people, while Amazon looks after itself
Matthew Richardson
'Public enemy No 1 is a Liverpool hairdresser… Or rather, in the interests of accuracy, he is only one master criminal on a list of nine coveted scalps.' Illustration by Matthew Richardson

Pondering one of the more delicious ironies of 20th century American justice, people always say wryly that they could only pin tax evasion on Al Capone. Pondering HM Revenue and Custom's 21st century name-and-shame list, they will say that they could only pin tax evasion on hairdressers.
If you have spent the past few months – or indeed decades – frothing with righteous indignation at the refusal of various major corporations profiting in the UK to pay so much as 37p in tax, let alone their fair share, you will be encouraged to learn that public enemy No 1 is a Liverpool hairdresser whom the Revenue eventually fined 17 grand for deliberate default. Or rather, in the interests of accuracy, he is only one master criminal on a list of nine coveted scalps. Others include a pipe fitter who settled with them for £10,986 and a Nottinghamshire knitwear firm that was eventually fined £86,765.54. The big kahuna is a wine firm from Mobberley in Cheshire. I'd quite like to see their thrilling stories told in a modern  version of The Untouchables. As the Eliot Ness of the piece, the taxman ought to be played by a clean-cut do-gooder – Ryan Gosling perhaps – with Robert De Niro returning to take the role of the Fife grocer.
As so often in this septic isle, it's the pettiness of it all that's the tragedy. If these are the names, then the shame must be the Revenue's. Yet they seem to have trumpeted this exciting new direction in their tax-hunting activities with similar fanfare to that which must have attended the nailing of Capone. Ladies and gentleman … We got him.
Needless to say, this isn't a defence of the named and shamed, who are no doubt dreadful little chisellers. I'm afraid I'm one of those ineffably dreary sorts who doesn't pay cash in hand, gladly operates as well as submits to PAYE, and really can't be doing with tax avoiders at all. Blah, blah, blah. But for all my easy-won goody goody-ness, I pretty much need to know that every last megacorp doing business in our land has paid every last penny they owe before we start boasting about having nailed Cool Cutz, or Headmasterz, or whatever hair-based pun adorns this chap's salon lintel.
Predictably, this isn't the line HMRC's Treasury overlords have gone with, as Treasury minister David Gauke once again suggested that tax avoiders have nowhere to hide. (Except in plain sight, as some of Britain's most successful companies.)
Are you convinced by Mr Gauke? I can't help feeling that as a former corporate tax lawyer, married to a corporate tax lawyer, and a chap who used taxpayers' money for stamp duty on his second home move, he is somewhat miscast as the Simon Wiesenthal of hunting down tax avoiders.
I suppose he thinks getting on the airwaves to big up the HMRC list counts as Being Seen To Be Doing Something, as do his underlings in the Revenue themselves. Yet, as a piece of political theatre, this outing feels marginally less successful than Sooty and Sweep's production of One for the Road. There has been a huge and exhilarating outpouring of anger over tax avoidance over the past year, as the issue has moved closer to the centre of the stage than it has been in decades. To say that HMRC publishing a list of nine small businesses squanders that goodwill feels something of an understatement.
What is the intended message, if we may flatter the stunt in that way? That if HMRC look after the little people then the big people will look after themselves? You can't deny it's working. The big people seem to be looking after themselves very well indeed, and though this stunningly misdirected exercise stops just shy of congratulating the major multinationals who avoid tax, the indication of where the Revenue's focus lies effectively does just that.
If I were a mischievous billionaire I would stage a piece of political theatre myself. I would find out whichever hotshot tax lawyers act for Starbucks or Google, and hire them at vast expense to defend the likes of the pipe-fitter and the grocer. They'd end up getting a £300,000 rebate, which would make the point about the real problem more eloquently than Gauke and his cabinet seniors ever could. Certainly more than they'd ever care to, on this evidence.
As for the Revenue, it takes a special sort of flat-footedness to snatch defeat from the jaws of moral victory – but ultimately we must remember the calibre of the organisation with which we are dealing here. I merely pass on to you the tale of one self-employed friend, who was relentlessly pursued over a mystery cheque of around £2,750 that she had written and could not – a long time after the event – explain. She couldn't find the stub, the bank had somehow lost the details, and the investigating Revenue official was under the impression that she had written it as some kind of tax dodge. What kind was unclear, but he wanted to know what she was hiding. After two or three years of this, he brought his investigation to a graceless close. It had emerged that the cheque in question had in fact been paid to one HMRC, in settlement of income tax. Which should give the likes of Amazon a flavour of the worthiness of their foe.