Dara O'Briain on the naming of stadiums
Jockstrap Park needs a proper name, not an email address
A child excreting Scrabble tiles could not have come up with a worse name for Newcastle United's historic stadium
Of all the legendary stadiums I've wanted to visit all my life – San Siro, the Maracanã, Fenway Park – the one that always stirred the imagination most was sportsdirect.com@St James' Park Stadium. Why do I love it so? Maybe it's the history. Maybe it's the famous passion of the local support. Or maybe it's because when I type it, it automatically gets underlined and highlighted by the word processor.
Even my laptop recognises that this is no mundane stadium. This is no ordinary place. No, this is an email address. One could debate for minutes the philosophical ramifications of having your home ground floating, untethered, somewhere in cyberspace. At the very least it'll change forever one of the hoariest cliches in sports punditry. Pundit one: "I see Newcastle are playing Barcelona in the next round." Pundit two: "Well, on paper, you'd have to favour Barcelona." Pundit one: "But Newcastle don't play on paper, do they? They play somewhere on the internet. Just left of Twitter, in fact, just before you get to Facebook."
It is a terrible, terrible name. It's difficult to think of how it could have been worse, short of getting a passing toddler to crawl across the keyboard towards a rusk; unless you filled the rusk with Scrabble tiles and then nervously waited for the child to excrete them out in some sort of order. No amount of monkeys with typewriters, working for any amount of time, could come up with something clumsier.
Maybe it's all the internal punctuation. I'm trying to think of any other place name that manages to ram in a full-stop and apostrophe and that @ thing into such a small space, but the only ones that come to mind are the offices of multimedia design companies called things like bRAIN-sPL@!, as in "bRAIN-sPL@! will make your vision of a connected e-retail future work for you!" Nobody should have to play football in a punctuation nightmare like that. Apart from MK Dons, who play at stadium:MK, but then they'll do a bit of website design for you on the side. And yes, I know Arsenal play at the Emirates, and that's not a proper stadium name either, but for some reason that's never really bothered me. Mainly because it's never been called anything else; and while Highbury might now be a block of flats, it's still called Highbury Square and looks as brilliantly unchanged as it possibly could.
Mainly, though, "Emirates" isn't a word I use very often and rarely think about the meaning of. I'm sure there must be an actual Emir somewhere, now that you mention it, but he rarely turns up, trying to get his ceremonial sword past security. There are many supporters who insist on calling the ground "Ashburton Grove" and, while I admire their integrity, I've lived on the Holloway Road and, frankly, can think of few places that less fit my image of a grove. A great place to pick up some fried chicken, though. I'd be less ambivalent if I was trudging over to the Singapore Airlines Stadium every couple of weeks, or God fear, the Ryanair SportsDome. You can insert your own Ryanair joke there, about paying extra for access to scoreboards, or the toilets, or to see both teams.
This is the rule then. The more commercial the branding, the more crass and unpleasant it sounds. Coventry can get away with the Ricoh Arena because few of us are in the market for a photocopier. Conversely, it doesn't matter if Rowntree-Mackintosh were a great local company, York City shouldn't be playing at KitKat Crescent. And Newcastle play at one the great stadiums. The third-biggest league ground in the country, the largest cantilevered roof in Europe and, in the farthest corner of the Jackie Milburn Stand, the highest point above the pitch of any stadium in England. This is what a stadium should inspire. Vertigo.
It should strike fear into the hearts of opposing supporters. They should be going: "I don't care if Ant and Dec are over there, this place scares the bejaysus out of me. We'll be lucky to get out of here alive." You shouldn't approach a stadium saying to yourself: "Ah, sportsdirect.com! That reminds me. I must go online and buy a jockstrap."