22 ‘Men’ Chasing a Pig’s Bladder
Ξ June 17th, 2008 | → 1 Comments | ∇ Rant |
Not being able to find the remote, I watched the football last night – well, most of it [I found it eventually]. It was Germany vs. Austria – nicely charged that I would have thought.
Anyway, a couple of observations.
1. During the intros, and having watched Michael Schumacher romp to victory for far too long, I thought the German national anthem had been cut short … I mean what happened to that nice foot-tapping bit at the end – I was looking forward to that! Ah. I’m just so used to hearing the German and Italian anthems as the first and second movement of the same thing I guess.
2. I was [very] childishly amused by the player called ‘Fritz’. It’s some poor German sod’s real name – haha!!? But, maybe there should have been more – amusing names that is: “Fritz passes to Hans. A long ball to Crowt now. Back to Hans, a long ball to Knees. and a short pass to Whoopsadaisy” [Voopsadaisy?] Or “Macho, Gomez, Fuchs, Klose to Ballacks” [and yes, they were all playing last night - honest]
But seriously …
It was nice to see players on each side who shared the same passport-issuer for once – as in each national team were presumably fielding the best of their home grown players. I mean in the footie here [and everywhere now I guess] we’ve got sides that are named after towns/cities and yet contain nary a single player who’s natively from the same neck of the woods [or country even!]
What’s the point in supporting a team that imports all its players? I mean surely, in the good old days, one supported the local team because the players were, um, locals for goodness sake – one could identify with them [you’d also most likely find one of them mending your car - or building a house, or working a lathe, or serving in a shop i.e., they were local working-men who had made good].
And that’s the way it should be, shouldn’t it – realistic role-models for our home grown youth of today? Oh, and back then they were also gentlemen – who played the game fairly.
What have we got now then? Glad you asked – I’ll tell you:
A bunch of namby-pamby imports, that have silly haircuts, wear gloves and/or scarves when it’s cold [bless 'em], drive a Ferrari to/from ‘work’, can’t speak-a-da-lingo [even if they were born here], have no loyalty to ‘their’ fans or to ‘their’ town/city, and who, if anyone so much as touches them, will throw themselves to the ground holding on to their faces [like they’re afraid they’ll fall off]. What kind of role-model do these people afford?
Of course, if one of them does happen to score a goal, he’ll pull off his shirt, [optional: do a back-flip/cartwheel/knee-slide/robotic-dance] make a few ‘ave-some-of-that like gestures to the crowd, and get cuddled and/or kissed to death in some ritualistic group-orgy with his teammates.
What a pile of crap modern football is [it's not sport, it's just big-business now], and what a failure it has become regarding a once positive spectacle for any youngster to enjoy.
You know football is the most followed sport in the UK – and can’t you tell it must be so; just by walking down any High Street these days!
on June 22nd, 2008 at 3:57 am
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