Yes. Clubs make England lose.
There you go said it. Read it and take in that one word.
The rivalry in England goes deeper than any other league. It is more inbred with the fans and more spirited across a larger number of teams than any other Country on Earth.
I know, I know there is Barca and Real with the most famous of all rivalries. The Milan derby, Glasgow derby, Brazil, Germany, France all have their major rivalries but none have as many as we do in the Premier League.
So what is the main derby in England? North London derby between Arsenal and Tottenham has the most history but then there are another 4 or 5 teams in London playing derbies with a hatful of history to bring emotions to the fore. But until only the past season or two the N.London derby wasn't the most important game to Arsenal as they went head to head with Manchester.United vying for supremacy year after year. The Manchester derby now takes a larger slice of the pie as the Billionaires bank account transforms City. Then there is the South Coast derbies and the North-East between not only Sunderland and Newcastle but Middlesborough also. What about Birmingham and Villa? Chelsea and Spurs. Chelsea and West Ham?
The list goes on and on until you only find a match without hate between Wigan and Manchester United. Oh wait, thats a derby as well.
Each and every game with its history, hate, love, passion, disasters. And thats just the fans? I don't think so sonny Jim!
And herein lies the problem, the so called mystery at why English players can't reproduce their dazzling goalscoring form from Club to Country. For far too long we have heard ignorant presenters lauding over who is or isn't World Class. Who is or isn't going to win the league beacuse of their Rooney or Lampard or Gerrard? Who cares? What we really want is England, champions of the World.
But it's not going to happen. It's not going to happen for a long while. Unless. And here comes the but. In two parts. The main players move abroad and experience different cultures, ways to play, managerial styles, fans, the lot. Secondly is to pick a whole new batch of players. Players that don't know each other so much. Players that don't hate each other so much.
And there it is. The rivalry between these players boils over every week. The red cards, crunching tackles, baiting of each other and oppostion fans. The need for 3points and the support from the foreign superstars.
The Premier Leagues English talent put together to form a squad to win a World cup has one major problem. They don't like each other.
They really don't like each other.
As time goes on we hear more and more about the rift in the squad between who shoud or shouldn't be captain. Who speaks up and who doesn't. Who hangs out together and who stays alone. The players never look happy and its because they don't like each other.
So Man up. Get on your bike and get abroad for a couple of years. No more crunching tackles on Cashley or Rooney. Follow Becks. Be a stranger and become a champion.
Thursday, 1 July 2010
Is it right to want Murray to win? Is it ok to follow the Dutch?
The World Cup has become more interesting now england are knocked out.
No longer do we have to listen to the arrogant and shameless tv commentators and presenters mindlessly waffling about the best route to the final or 40 or 50 years of hurt. Who realistically thought we could make the final? Nobody who hasn't had a lobotomy that's for sure. And what are all these years of hurt the English go on about? Hurt, what the flipping heck is that! It is not your divine right to be World Champions. It is not like your Father has been locked away in a far away lan unjustly and without trial. That's hurt. Not winning the World Cup because the players are not up for it and can't get on is part of the problem.
I'm pleased england are out because now I can follow my tip for the Tourny - The Dutch. Van Persie, Van Bommel and the left footed enigma that Chelsea somehow let leave, Robben. I truly think they have what it takes to beat Brazil and go all the way to the final. Then its a lottery.
And as for the Tennis. A quick word on Murray. Win and hes a Brit. Lose and hes always Scottish. I'll prob be drawn into some emotional bullshit that will want him to win vs Nadal in the semis but really, he's still a dirty sweaty with a dislike of all things England (apart from the millions pumped his way and his home, tax and don't forget the Queen!)
No longer do we have to listen to the arrogant and shameless tv commentators and presenters mindlessly waffling about the best route to the final or 40 or 50 years of hurt. Who realistically thought we could make the final? Nobody who hasn't had a lobotomy that's for sure. And what are all these years of hurt the English go on about? Hurt, what the flipping heck is that! It is not your divine right to be World Champions. It is not like your Father has been locked away in a far away lan unjustly and without trial. That's hurt. Not winning the World Cup because the players are not up for it and can't get on is part of the problem.
I'm pleased england are out because now I can follow my tip for the Tourny - The Dutch. Van Persie, Van Bommel and the left footed enigma that Chelsea somehow let leave, Robben. I truly think they have what it takes to beat Brazil and go all the way to the final. Then its a lottery.
And as for the Tennis. A quick word on Murray. Win and hes a Brit. Lose and hes always Scottish. I'll prob be drawn into some emotional bullshit that will want him to win vs Nadal in the semis but really, he's still a dirty sweaty with a dislike of all things England (apart from the millions pumped his way and his home, tax and don't forget the Queen!)
Its been a while I know
To all my thousands of loyal readers, I am back and I apologise for going off radar for past couple of months.
Life does go on and England will continue to be knocked out of major football tournaments after underperforming once again. Who had the gall to say the only two certainties in life were Taxes and Death? Certainly not an England fan!
As I type this its Wimbledon Festival time. Semi Final time only proves another truth that drives me mad for two weeks of every year. By far and away the biggest embarrasment to British sport, even greater than Polo or Cheese rolling.
It is the festival end of June and July they like to mask over as a sporting event and call it Wimbledon. Coach load after coach load of Caucasian day trippers make their merry way to outside courts, inside courts, centre courts and numbered courts of some Eastern European description. These out of towners from Surrey, Berkshire and Buckingham throng through the gates knowing the faintest about tennis. Maybe they are members at the local club, but thats probably due to the Gin and Tonic's and the time away from the kids that draws its charm.
These are the 'locals' that have no idea who won the French, Australian or Us Open titles this year or last. Becker or Sampras? Guessing at Federer or Nadal is pretty easy.
Here is an event where a large portion of the crowd have no idea in what is going on. Its like taking the Glastonbury and taking it to an Old Peoples home in Kent. The old folk might have a good time cracking walking sticks on the floor in time to The Scossor Sisters latest gay pop debacle but just as relevant as the timewasters at Wimbledon.
Lets face it. Henley, Ascot, Wimbledon, Goodwood. They all contribute nicely to the economy and serve as a nice day out. But the majority who go don't give a babboons red arsewho wins or loses. Its all about the social, the strawberries, the champagne and the badge that says members enclosure or Royal paddock.
Get over yourself and don't con anyone into believing you actually know anything about what you are watching.
It's good to be back.
Life does go on and England will continue to be knocked out of major football tournaments after underperforming once again. Who had the gall to say the only two certainties in life were Taxes and Death? Certainly not an England fan!
As I type this its Wimbledon Festival time. Semi Final time only proves another truth that drives me mad for two weeks of every year. By far and away the biggest embarrasment to British sport, even greater than Polo or Cheese rolling.
It is the festival end of June and July they like to mask over as a sporting event and call it Wimbledon. Coach load after coach load of Caucasian day trippers make their merry way to outside courts, inside courts, centre courts and numbered courts of some Eastern European description. These out of towners from Surrey, Berkshire and Buckingham throng through the gates knowing the faintest about tennis. Maybe they are members at the local club, but thats probably due to the Gin and Tonic's and the time away from the kids that draws its charm.
These are the 'locals' that have no idea who won the French, Australian or Us Open titles this year or last. Becker or Sampras? Guessing at Federer or Nadal is pretty easy.
Here is an event where a large portion of the crowd have no idea in what is going on. Its like taking the Glastonbury and taking it to an Old Peoples home in Kent. The old folk might have a good time cracking walking sticks on the floor in time to The Scossor Sisters latest gay pop debacle but just as relevant as the timewasters at Wimbledon.
Lets face it. Henley, Ascot, Wimbledon, Goodwood. They all contribute nicely to the economy and serve as a nice day out. But the majority who go don't give a babboons red arsewho wins or loses. Its all about the social, the strawberries, the champagne and the badge that says members enclosure or Royal paddock.
Get over yourself and don't con anyone into believing you actually know anything about what you are watching.
It's good to be back.
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