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Various QPR-related matters have given me cause to wonder whether it's ever a good idea to take at face value anything said by anyone connected with football. Cue a long piece that will doubtless be considered a rant. So, that's fair warning, right? You may well not like this damn piece:
Consider the Anfield Rap... Rap and football are uneasy bedfellows, never seeming to combine to catalyse great art. This observation was never more true than in the case of young Arsenal fan Scott Kieran. Only follow the link if you're ready for some serious earache. There is comedy value to be had, though:
I'm coming to this a bit late, having not long got home. My take on tonight's nonsense is that, in ascending order of toolishness, the tools of the night are:
- the ball boy - Hazard - the goon who runs Chelsea's Twitter account
For those with the time and inclination for a bit of a read, my take on last week's heroics and the questions of whether the result will catalyse a renewed push to avoid relegation:
It's a mark of a pretty low sort of person to use times of adversity to air this sort of spurious nonsense. On seeing the WATRB thread earlier, I rambled about this at some length earlier this evening:
You're taking Samuel at face value then? I think he's doing a Daily Mail version of satire (God help us), playing to his crowd and having a little snigger at those ruddy gays.
Fair points re: his lack of diplomacy about the French league and so on. But while my first response was to join the mickey-taking re: the accent, I suddenly remembered the way I spoke a sort of simplified English (and why I did it) when living abroad for a few years. Now I'm more inclined to think that bit does him some credit:
I'm thinking back to the bits and pieces of football I played at school and in my twenties and am struggling to think of a time I ever needed to hold off an opponent by putting my hands to his neck. The chest, yes. Tangled arms, for sure. But hands up to the neck? I don't remember ever doing it or having it done to me. But, as I say, I never played the game that much really.
I didn't see this incident myself during the match, and it clearly escaped the ref. But there is a pretty damning picture in one of the tabloids. This incident (with the pic) is covered by my latest blog offering, which is a fairly light-hearted and disgracefully biased account of Saturday's game:
Instead? I hadn't seen the HuffPo piece until after I'd written mine so I wasn't really in a position to do that. The HuffPo piece is decent. Thanks for sharing the link.