So, as if you didn't know, the bizarre bubble of idiocy that is football has returned. I say that, but the reality is that it never goes away does it? Not even during those notional fallow years when summer TV schedules are not consumed by either a World Cup or European Championship.
So what wonderous events have we mere mortals not bestowed the ability to run really fast and kick a football been granted sight of by the footballing gods?
Real Madrid's manager Jose Mourinho poking the coach of an oppsoing team in the eye. Jose went on to write an apology letter. Except it was an apology in the very loosest sense of the word. After all he didn't actually say sorry to the bloke he assaulted, but instead said sorry to the fans of his own team. Perhaps he meant to blind the other guy and was apologitic he had only managed a little light eye gouging?
Following defeat in the Carling Cup, the QPR manager said he was glad his team had lost. I expect that the QPR fans that had spent hard cash going to the match in the expectation that their team might acually win a gamebheld at home against lower league opposition, were pretty impressed by the defeat, too. And whilst we're on this subject, in what other business would you be pleased with failure?
Arsenal have spent the summer dismantling a team that finished 4th in the league (albeit aided in this matter by opposing teamsbwho appear more like asset strippers in the Gordon Gecko mode than actual football clubs.) The Arsenal manager, Arsene Wenger, in his own personal bubble of denial seems to be countering the loss of his finest players by taking hopeful punts on teenagers from around Europe.
Meanwhile down the road, Tottenham are attempting to resist transfer offers for their best player, Luka Modric. Modric wasn't chosen to play in a recent game as 'his head wasn't in the right place.' How would it be if Modric worked out here in the real world and phoned in that excuse? My guess is that he would be told to get his head from out of his backside and come into work pronto. Footballers, eh? Don't you just loathe these muti-millionaires?
The one footballer I can empathise with now in Gary Neville. And he's not even a footballer anymore. In his autobiograpghy he claims that playing for England was just a waste of time. He laments confused and confusing managers, poor coaching, crippling expectations and fear of failure. Well Gary, you've said what I've thought for a while, the England football team is a waste of time.
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