Euro 2004
There are pictures on all today's newspapers of the latest Inger-lish saviour, Wayne Rooney just after he scored. What most have in common, and it was even clearer on the TV, is that the facial expression does not seem to me to evince pleasure. There's no smile. Nothing. The expression is one of anger. Of violence just about under control. And come to think about it it was rather similar to that expression on the faces of the Albufeira Nine as they were led into of court on Wednesday. Or remember that clip of Maradona, just after scoring a goal, rushing towards the TV camera, his eyes just about popping out of their sockets. I suppose I really don't care whether "oor lads" win or lose. Neil Clark in Saturday's Graun described the team as " without doubt the most uninspiring set of dullards ever to pull a white shirt over their heads. He continues; " Leading the line there's the property tycoon, Michael Owen-a man alongside whom even Tim Henman would appear interesting. In midfield we have Frank Lampard-who together with John Terry was one of the "Chelsea Four" a quartet of Wildean Humourists whose idea of having a good time was to be drunk and abusive in front of a group of American tourists a day after the 9/11 attacks. Terry, who had been arrested a year earlier for fighting outside a pub and lying down in the road semi-naked with his pals, chalked up his hat-trick a month later when he was arrested for fighting outside a night club. Then there's Wayne Rooney, whose eighteenth birthday at a Liverpool hotel ended up in a drunken brawl. In the middle of that sorry collection of lager louts and megabores stands the grotesque human phenomenon "Becks"-the perfect icon for our narcissistic, materialistic and under-educated times." Is there anything that can be prescribed? By the way I've just been stung by a bee! t
posted by Tony @ Friday, June 18, 2004
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