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In the mid-1980s Gerald Sinstadt returned to the BBC, and may be able to claim some credit for the groundbreaking coverage of the 1990 World
Cup.
Like Bough, his career imploded after unnecessary newspaper coverage of an incident in a cinema in Islington, where films slightly – but only slightly – more racy than those you might see in the local multiplex were being shown. A police raid caught Sinstadt relaxing in the gentleman’s fashion, offending no one as far as one can tell, and charges were dropped.
But the damage was done. In the Independent William Hartston wrote a brilliantly sarcastic open letter to Islington police: ‘As we lie in our beds and listen to the tinkling of smashed quarter-lights, as we try to ignore the ringing of car and house alarms, we can at least reassure ourselves that the porn cinemas of Islington are being kept safe for our children.’
Does it always end like this? Well no, but often enough to give the living-in-a-Travelodge-by-the-ring-road scenario created by Steve Coogan for the Alan Partridge character the ring of truth.
Des Lynam had his moment under a cloud during the 1998 World Cup, when he entertained a female neighbour to a night in a Paris hotel. Not just any hotel, but a ‘£200-a-night’ hotel, according to the Sun. The hotel’s nightly rate might not seem particularly significant in this matter to you or me, but is hugely important to newspapers. One of the first stories I covered, as Chepstow district reporter for the Western Daily Press, was one I got through personal contacts, about four boys caught smoking cannabis and suspended from Monmouth School. I thought I had done a bang-up job getting the story, and covering it rather comprehensively and went to the pub to celebrate, only to receive a phone call from the news editor later that night cavilling at my failure to mention
how much the
school fees were.
It was not a mistake I made again. Even
if I was reporting on one of Nationwide’s skateboarding ducks I made sure I got the age of both the owner and the duck, and if possible the up-to-date market value of the owner’s house.
Another important issue in a kiss-and-tell story is frequency of sexual intercourse. In real life, sex can be satisfactory, quite enjoyable, mildly disappointing, routine, infrequent, non-existent, fairly diverting, or any variant, but in tabloid-world there is no room for such shades of grey. The love-rat in question is either ‘a flop between the sheets’ or a ‘six-timesa- night’ man. It’s the law. Des was fortunate enough to be placed in the latter category. The publicist Max Clifford, who speaks fluent tabloid, said, ‘Des has been scoring at home and away’, which frankly shocked no one as we always thought of Des as the Leslie Phillips of sport. Ding-dong. Not that his love romps, as Max would undoubtedly dub Des’s indiscretions, seemed to affect his popularity. Des merely shrugged, admitted to a ‘serious error of judgement’ – or six serious errors of judgement a night over two years if the Sun is to be believed – and carried on with his career.
In my view, there has never been a better front man for BBC Sport than Des Lynam, and there is a very good reason why his career failed to flourish when he defected to ITV in 2000. The tone of the BBC suited Des. You are not trying to sell anything on the BBC, other than the excellence and the immutability of the organisation. On ITV you are flogging the stuff in the commercials, on Sky you are shifting subscriptions, working yourself up into a lather over the unmissable quality of the programme so people will sign up, but on the BBC, all you have to do is what Lord Reith prescribed all those years ago: educate, entertain and inform.
If anything, the emphasis at the BBC is on underselling. All that stuff Wogan used to do on the radio, about the awful BBC coffee, the mild jibes at management, the jokes about the dodgy weather forecasts, and the jocular deconstruction of the business of broadcasting, does not work on commercial radio – I know, having worked for both – and the same is true of TV.
On ITV, Des would never have got away with his downbeat intros. When England played Tunisia in a midweek afternoon match at the World Cup in France ’98, our hero kicked off the BBC coverage with a knowing wink, asking, ‘Shouldn’t you be at work?’ After the hard sell in the commercial break, and the sponsors’ bumper (the name check the sponsor gets each side of the ad-break), such underplaying would seem odd. Similarly masterful was Des’s intro to the unforgettable Euro ’96 semi-final between England and Germany at Wembley. It was a midweek match, a
working day
when work took second place to waiting for the kick off.
I remember suffering PMT (pre-match tension) all day, and Des’s welcome cleverly defusing the situation. ‘Some of you may have heard there’s a football match on tonight,’ he said with his trademark nudge, nudge.
By Euro 2000, Des had moved to ITV, citing frustration with the constant moving of Match of the Day to a late-night slot, and the BBC’s apparent lack of interest, during the era of John Birt (twelfth director general, 1992–2000) in securing important sports rights, especially to big football matches. I was at the BBC on and off during the 1990s, working for Radio Two and local radio. Though I didn’t feel obliged to read all the edicts emanating from Birt’s office, preferring to catch up with them after they had been leaked to Private Eye, I got the impression that the ‘entertain’ element of Reith’s famous dictum was taking a back seat. Flannelled fools and muddied oafs were clearly not right at the top of Birt’s agenda.
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