
Originally Posted by
Niall_Quinn
What an unspeakably horrible **** and yet how typical, how normal, how expected. I'd hope he gets a career ending injury on his first outing but really, do I care that much? I'm not so sure. I've been caring less and less, well before van Purse thrust the latest knife in the fans' back, past Fabregas, past the antics of Henry and back to wondering what else could be done to please the "legend" Vieira - he's the same guy who happily shits on our heads from atop a pile of Arab money. The stuff of modern day legends indeed. There are some lines that you don't cross - yet those lines have been crossed more times than I can remember and here we have the latest episode. This is the first occasion where I genuinely have zero interest in the coming season - not because our latest in a line of absconding captains has firmly established a club tradition, but because the vomit meter has finally topped the scale after years of constant rise. Rather than the gagging it's time to puke it out.
I suppose if this hadn't happened around the Olympics, when there was so much genuine sport and sportsmen and women showing how it can still be, the feelings wouldn't have extended beyond the usual brief storm followed by a lull of acceptance and distraction. That's how it will be for most, I'm sure. But not for me, not this time, these faggoty, greedy little ****s who dive around and scream and cry and bitch and moan for £100K+ a week have had their rock lifted and it's a gut churning spectacle watching them scuttling from shit pile to shit pile. To be associated with football, even as a fan, is a not a good thing these days. Washing yourself in their filth isn't entertainment, it's high ticket masochism. These cockroaches will only be eradicated when the fans stop putting food out for them. And you can be sure as hell, there's not one of these diminutive characters talented enough or with the ambition (as in the real definition rather than the cash definition) to engage and win on a level playing field. Can you imagine any of these hyped up, trumped up charlatans winning a proper medal, rather than a "we bought it with blood money" bauble? A medal for what? Diving? (minus the pool) Pursuit? (in pounds and pence rather than in the saddle) Racial abuse? (There may well be a champion within the ranks of football after all.)
So van Purse gets his cash and his PR man will talk about ambition, conveniently forgetting the fans who pay the wages have ambitions too. It's taken as read, isn't it? The needs of the few with their hands stuck out outweigh the needs of those doing the paying. That's service for you and only common sense in a mad world. I have a feeling Arsenal may well be better off in the long run. It's a sort of disinterested consideration, like taking a second to avoid stepping in shit. I have plans to be anywhere but watching football tomorrow. Why would I? What's in it for me? One decent match a year? I'm not falling for it this time.