From Colin Bruce Shanner :
Let me ask you what should be the most basic of questions, as you’ve been around the highest level of football for donkeys…
As for myself, I know a thing or two: played at Division One University level, then semi-pro level.
Always had a deft touch, vision, smarts, physicality, (6’2, 190) could do keepy-uppy 500 times, etc.
Just battled a dodgy knee that held me back.
I’ve also schlepped around Europe seeing perhaps a 100 top flight games in person and 1000s more on tv.
OK point made – we are both football nuts.
That said – Please tell me how the fuck a manager like Wenger and Martinez (think those dunces Coquelin and Mirallas) doesn’t say to their players before every damn game: “If you’re on a yellow and you fucking slide tackle or hold the jersey of any opposing player at any fucking time on any fucking place on this pitch I will send you to reserves and you will rot for months until I maybe give you a shot to play with the first team again. I don’t give a toss how much a week you’re on, who your fuckin agent is, what supermodel you’re bonking, use whatever limited intelligence is in that vacant skull of yours when you’re in my team and on this fucking pitch today! Now get out there and boss the park! Play with balls, brains, beauty and skill,just like I taught you and show them who the fuck we are and who owns them! We are unstoppable! Victory is ours today, lads!!!”
Rant over – I’m chilled back out, but the sheer stupidity never ceases to amaze.
Thanks for always keeping it real ol’ beatnik…
Myles says:
Please calm down, Colin.
You almost lost your rag there.
Please remember that you’re an executive now – and a parent.
I can’t get angry because it’s only football. And if you think about it, it’s not really football any more. It’s nothing like the sport we used to love
When football was football, Roy Keane would manage the Manchester United dressing room and make people accountable for their actions.
If Roy was in the 2016 Arsenal dressing room if anybody did a lap of honour for winning a league game, the captain would take his head and ram it through the dressing room door.
Roy Keane would take the mobile phone off an Instagram twat and throw it against the wall of the dressing room,so that it splintered into 187 pieces.
FULL DISCLOSURE : I cruised beyond anger when Wenger’s lost to Birmingham at Wembley.
Don’t think I’ve been furious since.
I’d love to write an ANR timeline: Myles’s milestones.
But that would take time and time is something I don’t seem to have any more.
But I’ve not given up on writing about Spurs 2 Arsenal 2.
I’ve got plenty to say about that game.
Just need to be at home to write it.