Barclays know that it’s the fans who make the Barclays Premier League the greatest in the world.
That is why they’ve spent this season saying thank you, #YouAreFootball to fans all over the world.
To prove how much fans give on match day, Barclays staged a global football fan experiment in March 2014 using the latest heart-rate measuring wearable tech.
Superfans and Barclays Premier League legends were wired up to find out what fans’ hearts go through wherever they watch the Barclays Premier League
The experiment took place in five cities, involving four clubs and spanning two continents.
This included the Emirates Stadium, Anfield, Barclays Premier League Live in Johannesburg and world-famous fan pubs in London, Manchester and Liverpool.
Robert Pires, Shaun Goater, Gary Mabbutt and John Aldridge along with 36 fans from Arsenal, Manchester City, Tottenham Hotspur and Liverpool all wore Firstbeat Bodyguard 2 devices to measure how their hearts were affected during this exciting weekend of football.
Barclays discovered that when your team concedes, your heart rate increases to 145.5% of resting, and when you score, your heart rate increases to 215.5% of resting.
Dr John Perrins, a consultant cardiologist, said: “A fan’s heart rate may behave differently from an athlete. Because athletes are so much fitter their heart rate and blood pressure respond more slowly to exercise.”
“The actual heart stress – increase in heart rate and blood pressure – experienced by the fan could actually be greater than the player’s.”
To see all the incredible results of this emotional weekend go to <link>.
The global fan experiment was put on by Barclays as part of their continuing thank you #YouAreFootball campaign.
DARE Chief Creative Officer Sean Thompson said: “There’s a lot of tech out there to test the effort professional players put into the game, but the Barclays Premier League wouldn’t be anywhere without the fans.
For the first time, football supporters heart rates are tangibly tested – thereby demonstrating and quantifying the passion they share across the world.”
The 3-2 victory against Manchester City has left Liverpool with four wins from winning the title and our first game of the four is away to Norwich, oh it looks easy on paper however don’t be mislead.
Norwich can be a tough nut to crack if we don’t score early on Sunday, they are currently fighting for their lives so they will make our life difficult as they are desperate to pick up something in order to keep their Premier League survival hopes alive.
Daniel Sturridge will likely not start, he picked up a knock against Manchester City and although he is recovering I would assume that Brendan will not risk him and opt to start him on the bench. Jordan Henderson is missing too as he is banned for three games following the red card he received in the dying seconds of the City game. My thought is that Brendan will play both Joe Allen and Lucas Leiva and re do the formation. I think Brendan will opt to start with Sakho again over Agger so the other starting nine will be the same as the ones who started against City.
Of course everyone will be talking about Luis Suarez before the game, he has already scored three hat-ricks against Norwich so I am sure that the bookies are taking bets on a Suarez fourth hat-trick. I personally will be happy with a 1-0 victory as three points are paramount however we need to keep an eye on that goal differential as it might come down to that and City’s G.D. is a little better.
Predicted Liverpool Starting XI : Mignolet, Johnson, Flanagan, Sakho, Skrtel, Gerrard, Lucas , Allen, Coutinho, Sterling, Suarez
Predicted Liverpool Subs : Jones, Toure, Cissokho, Agger, Moses, Aspas, Sturridge
Tuesday Apr 15Posted by: Guest Writer Comments Off
Monday Apr 14Posted by: Guest Writer Comments Off
By Michael Niday
There is a unique calm that can only be found in the early hours of the morning. The ambitious among us can be found setting up shops for the day or jogging in the morning cool. Rarely am I among them, though I’ve come to appreciate the morning atmosphere as I’ve gotten older. On this particular Sunday in April, my alarm clock goes off at 8:00 AM, and I realize that I won’t be afforded the slow pace. I’m in need of a cup of coffee due to a late Saturday night. More pressing, however, is to get in front of a TV before the match starts. My mind thoroughly fogged, I quickly dress to rush home from my girlfriend’s house before kickoff. Win this game, take full points from the remaining matches, and the best that City can hope for is second place. Wish I could see what they are doing for the Hillsborough tribute this morning…better wait until half time to grab that coffee.
Nine months out of the year, this is a weekly routine. We rise early to watch our team play from the couch or roam DC’s streets in search of bars that will open their doors early. A few weeks ago, we took a vacation to London with a short trip to Liverpool so we could tour Anfield. Unfortunately, we thought, tickets for the match against Spurs that weekend would likely be too expensive and too difficult to come by. However, when sitting in a pub in Chelsea on the Friday evening before the match we received an email offering two tickets, we seized upon the opportunity to wring one more experience out of an already unforgettable week.
We rented a house form a girl on a quiet street not far from Lark Lane in Liverpool. By fortunate happenstance, her boyfriend – a 20-year season ticket holder who first shared a pair of seats with his father, and now with his brother – wasn’t going to be attending this match. His absence was to be our gain as we would have the opportunity to experience a Liverpool match from the heart of the Kop.
The atmosphere around Anfield that day was really only understandable to those who have witnessed it. It’s one thing to rise and fall with the team from across the Atlantic, but it’s presumably another thing entirely to be a local supporter who remembers viscerally the best and worst of times of the past few decades. For this very reason, I can never help but feel slightly artificial as a Liverpool supporter. My urge to cry out about a ‘brilliant run of play’ or how I’m ‘made up’ over a victory will always sound forced in my American accent. And I feared that that accent, along with the overall nascence of my passion for the game, would instantly mark me as an outsider. But it didn’t matter. Although our coming to Liverpool was noted as a peculiarity to some, we were met with warmth by every person we encountered: A bartender studying philosophy at the local university. A group of friends out at a pub for the evening. A teacher who proudly spoke of Jon Flanagan as an alumnus of his school. A waitress interested in Washington, DC. A man willing to drive a couple of strangers across town so they didn’t get lost on the way to the stadium. Many of them wondered why we had come to Liverpool, and some of them accepted the draw of going to the game as a reasonable enough response. Although, admittedly, I’m not sure I would accept traveling abroad to see the Washington Nationals as a good reason to visit DC. It seems that, in all of this, what I’ve learned most of all is that our passions are deeply individual and personal, and it doesn’t have to make sense that I pore over the Internet to follow Liverpool blogs, or wake up early to watch matches, or travel across an ocean to see the team play. I realized that my love of the game should not be graded against that of a born-and-raised Red. They are different but collectively lend themselves to the sum of what the club and sport are across the world.
Not far from the Kop at the Sandon, you could feel the collective sense of expectation heading into the day. We had a pint and chatted with a few Irish guys who seemed thrilled for us to be attending out first match. They urged us to get to our seats early so we could take in all of the sights and sounds before kickoff. At our seats, we met a Norwegian man who had traveled to see yet another in a countless tally of Liverpool matches. As You’ll Never Walk Alone boomed around the grounds, my girlfriend timidly raised her scarf only to have her arms thrust higher still by our new Norwegian friend. The small gesture made me feel welcome. It didn’t matter where I was from, how long I’d followed the club, or what my reasons were for being there. I also took solace in the realization that there was nothing unique about my weekend routine. Men, women, and children around the world share the ritual – many more devoutly than I.
Back on the Sunday in April, I find myself walking to get that cup of coffee at half time. Liverpool are up 2-0 and just played a spectacular first half of football against Manchester City. I think of how the field looked from the Kop. I remember the people I met and wonder where they are watching this match – some friends in Ireland, a man on his couch in Norway, or a couple in a pub on Lark Lane. I remember the tunnel that the players walk through and the sight of the field when I first saw it on our tour. I get chills when I think of the tens of thousands of Liverpool supporters singing You’ll Never Walk Alone.
What I learned through this trip and this season is that Liverpool really is among the biggest of clubs. The success that they have had over this season so far is great for the city of Liverpool, but it stretches far beyond those borders. A trip that began as a pursuit to watch a sport turned into a deeply cultural and personal experience that not only justifies, but truly explains this sort of fandom that is shared by so many. Sports are about the community, but they are for each and every individual.
When I reflect on the year – whatever the ultimate outcome – I’ll remember how I felt being in first place on Christmas. I’ll remember what I saw when we went top of the table again in mid-March. And I’ll remember the nerves, excitement, and raw emotion expressed by all as Liverpool fought and clawed to a 3-2 victory over Manchester City. With four games to go, MY club is on top of the table and control their own destiny.
Monday Apr 14Posted by: Michael Williams Comments Off
They say a week is a long time in football, but for a football fan it’s even longer.
As we’re not at training every day to witness who’s on form or who’s in the treatment room we need to hold on to scraps of information fed to us by the media. When match day comes around the waiting gets unleashed by a sense of passion and desire that, possibly ashamed to admit, doesn’t exist in any other aspect of your life.
At the moment the seven days in between Liverpool games are becoming unbearable.
In September/October you could fill the week up by re-watching the highlights, watching the pundits discuss matters, listening to the sports shows on the radio and before you know it it’s Friday and you’re getting your lucky boxers out of the wash ready for the game. Well, maybe that last bit is just me.
Now, however, the week is filled with constant theories of how the forthcoming game will pan out, mentally picturing the possible line up as well as going through every tried and trusted good luck charm in the book. I’ve lost track of the number of times I ‘touch wood’ in a day (that’s what she said).
Adding in listening to the brilliant The Anfield Wrap podcast for my pre and post-match analysis and my routine is set. Now all I need to do is calmly watch the Tricky Reds and I can repeat the set for the next game.
That’s easier said than done when you know how much is at stake and how little time is left for others to overhaul you.
The fact that others can overhaul you is still a worry but also a motivational factor, something that Steven Gerrard was keen to instantly point out.
Watching Gerrard make sure his colleagues stay focused was inspirational, reassuring and also emotional. This is a man who desperately wants to see his team win the ultimate prize, a supporter able to make a difference and a footballer who knows, given the right levels of professionalism, that the full collection may just be complete.
Gerrard, much like Jon Flanagan, fits perfectly into the role of both a player and a supporter. Both know all too well of the wait for a league title and it must be on their minds as much as it is the fan in the stands, making their professionalism in the last few weeks truly remarkable.
The post-match interview with Geoff Shreeves was amazingly reassuring to any Kopite watching.
Given the emotion and the vast importance of the result against Man City, it could’ve been all too easy for Gerrard to get carried away and pronounce some comment smacking of over exuberance. His ‘one game at a time’ attitude may not have been what Shreeves was after but, in terms of this title race, it’s exactly what was needed. I’ve never heard the word ‘Norwich’ mentioned in a post-match interview so much when the Canaries haven’t featured.
So, as we all know, there’s four cup finals left and though the wait in between them might be frustrating it’ll be a small price to pay if it’s to be rewarded in May.
We go again.
By Michael Williams – @mikewilliams_05
Recorded at The Sandon Pub outside Anfield, Liverpool fans drink sing, dance and cheer their way through the reds massive 3-2 win over Manchester City. The Full whistle was chaos!