21-04-2021, 13:13
The ease with which the house of cards has tumbled down makes me wonder what the aim of this project really was.
Money really isn't the problem. The proliferation of media and all those obscure metals they're digging up in China and Africa, that's where we need to look. It isn't particularly football, it could just as well be competitive cup-cake baking. Anything and everything becomes a media project. We have to find a narrative, we have to make it news, we have to discuss how it works and how it might change, we have to view it on the smallest and most ridiculous device imaginable, invent a range of pointless statistics and find a way for people to gamble on increasingly arcane and impenetrable features (how many eggy-wegs in the cup-cake mix, who'll drop a spoon, or fail to switch on the oven).
And we lap it up with ever-increasing nodding-dogginess, and by casting ourselves as idiots, we get the treatment we deserve. Let's give Mr Henry and Mr Lewis all our money. Hey look at Mr Henry's beautiful wifelet, wow he doesn't look that attractive himself does he? Do you mean from inside or outside his trouser pockets?
There just aren't enough Neymars and Mbappes to go round are there? Oh look at that through ball from de Bruyne, he's put Matt Rhead from Boreham Wood through on goal. And who the fcku wants to see Matt Rhead blaze it over, or catch his studs in the turf? We need a sultry Colombian with a few tight curls and control as reliable as his eyelashes. We need to see all the good teams against each other all the time, so we can be disappointed by how quickly they learn to cancel out each other's skills ........... and then we can demand more and better and richer, ever-richer so we can throw wads of cash at young men barely out of school and pontificate on how they need to grow up if they can't handle the pressure. Anybody can stick that penalty away, anybody could catch that cross, after all only 2 billion people are watching.
We get this pap, because it's what we want and deserve. What a delightful two days the ESL was! It measured out in plastic teaspoons exactly how much love the club you've followed all your life and upon which you've lavished time, money and yes fanatical love, has for you. You can bring your own spoons, you won't need many.
If you happen to be a Kroenke, a Henry, or a Lewis, at least it's a brief glimpse of how limited the view is from so far up your own arse.
Money really isn't the problem. The proliferation of media and all those obscure metals they're digging up in China and Africa, that's where we need to look. It isn't particularly football, it could just as well be competitive cup-cake baking. Anything and everything becomes a media project. We have to find a narrative, we have to make it news, we have to discuss how it works and how it might change, we have to view it on the smallest and most ridiculous device imaginable, invent a range of pointless statistics and find a way for people to gamble on increasingly arcane and impenetrable features (how many eggy-wegs in the cup-cake mix, who'll drop a spoon, or fail to switch on the oven).
And we lap it up with ever-increasing nodding-dogginess, and by casting ourselves as idiots, we get the treatment we deserve. Let's give Mr Henry and Mr Lewis all our money. Hey look at Mr Henry's beautiful wifelet, wow he doesn't look that attractive himself does he? Do you mean from inside or outside his trouser pockets?
There just aren't enough Neymars and Mbappes to go round are there? Oh look at that through ball from de Bruyne, he's put Matt Rhead from Boreham Wood through on goal. And who the fcku wants to see Matt Rhead blaze it over, or catch his studs in the turf? We need a sultry Colombian with a few tight curls and control as reliable as his eyelashes. We need to see all the good teams against each other all the time, so we can be disappointed by how quickly they learn to cancel out each other's skills ........... and then we can demand more and better and richer, ever-richer so we can throw wads of cash at young men barely out of school and pontificate on how they need to grow up if they can't handle the pressure. Anybody can stick that penalty away, anybody could catch that cross, after all only 2 billion people are watching.
We get this pap, because it's what we want and deserve. What a delightful two days the ESL was! It measured out in plastic teaspoons exactly how much love the club you've followed all your life and upon which you've lavished time, money and yes fanatical love, has for you. You can bring your own spoons, you won't need many.
If you happen to be a Kroenke, a Henry, or a Lewis, at least it's a brief glimpse of how limited the view is from so far up your own arse.