Sol Campbell ‘silly and shameless’ for blaming racism for Tottenham fan hate
So, Sol Campbell thinks Tottenham fans hate him because of racism and honestly I haven’t heard anything so laughably stupid since Spurs announced they were re-signing Timo Werner.
Given that he branded himself “one of the greatest minds in football” after [*checks notes*] getting turned down for the Oxford United job, and demanded a Knighthood for being comfortably the third-best English centre back of the 2000s, nutty statements are as par for the course with Campbell as goalkeeping gaffes are with Andre Onana.
But thinking that racism – rather than, you know, sneaking off to sign for your boyhood club’s arch-rivals on a Bosman – is to blame for the ‘Judas’ tag is about as delusional as Mikel Arteta blaming the ball for Arsenal’s loss to Newcastle this month.
This is nothing more than a pitiful grab for undeserved sympathy – and about as likely to succeed as Campbell’s disastrous run for London mayor.
All this sort of speculative, illogical rubbish does is ensure that actual racism gets overlooked. So zip it Sol, you whingy, shameless sod!
It’s are, not is
Clubs need to stop referring to themselves in singular form when they put out statements, otherwise I’m going to lose my rag quicker than Ange Postecoglou does after a defeat (more on that later).
Reading things like “Everton is delighted to welcome back David Moyes”, rather than “Everton are …”, winds me up more than female football pundits annoy Joey Barton. No supporter worth his or her salt has ever used ‘is’ when referring to a club, so the fact the clubs themselves persist with it makes as much sense as Liverpool persisting with Darwin Nunez.
It just feels unnatural, like the word ‘Arsenal’ next to the words ‘Premier League champions’. It’s cold, it sounds a bit stupid, and it’s annoyingly Americanised – much like Simon Cowell. So for the love of criminy, pack it in!
Angry Ange can do one
Ange Postecoglou was at his menacingly sarcastic best after Tottenham’s defeat to Everton on Sunday, and it’s time to call a spade a spade – the man’s a bigger pain than Godzilla.
After hearing his post-match interviewer call the result “a familiar story”, Postecoglost his cool. “Great way to start an interview,” he snarked, bristling like a bloke who’d just been told that Neighbours had been cancelled.
Ange mate, your team are three places above the relegation zone and you’ve lost seven of your last nine league games. I reckon “a familiar story” is pretty bang on, just like those who are fed up with your antics.
It’s reached the point where his post-victory charm and good blokery now seem as artificial as Wayne Rooney’s hairline. He just oozes insincerity, like a performative politician, or Cristiano Ronaldo claiming to be ‘a team player’.
