What’s the point of football at the Olympics?
I mean, does anyone actually care about it… you know, other than Todd Boehly given that the tournament’s packed with overpriced, mediocre teenagers nobody’s ever heard of?
It’s just got no business being an Olympic event. It’s about as non-traditional as having Spam for Christmas dinner and has all the prestige of a game of five-a-side down at Croydon Powerleague.
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Then there’s the U23 age restriction, which makes it seem like some Aldi brand knock-off version of the World Cup. I mean for crying out loud the best striker out there is Jean Philippe Metata, who isn’t even the best striker at Crystal Palace!
For years, we’ve been harping on about finding some fat to trim in the calendar, so why not this gristly mess? It’s all just so unnecessary, like Arsenal planning a title parade, or Chelsea giving their managers multi-year contracts.
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Not so Fab
Am I the only one absolutely fed up with Fabrizio Romano? The bloke has completely saturated the transfer news market like a baby’s arse saturates a nappy.
Like that aggressive weirdo mate you haven’t spoken to since high school, he just spends his time trying to turn nothing-situations into drama. Here’s how 95% of his tweets go:
“As things stand, Player X, who is a footballer, may or may not be sold. No movement right now but Club Y admire him and may or may not decide to make an offer of an unspecified amount at an unspecified date. More as I get it”.
He’s nothing more than a human notification bell with a dedication to pointless updates only Google Chrome can rival. Remember when transfer news would genuinely come out of the blue? Now it’s just drip-fed to the dopamine-craving masses one dull-as-dishwater detail at a time thanks to that Italian retweet merchant.
Give it a Wrest
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Right, I’m officially calling it: Ryan Reynolds’ Wrexham are annoying. Nails-on-a-chalkboard annoying. They’re just so aware of how popular they are, like Jude ‘Who else but me?’ Bellingham.
Don’t get me wrong, Reynolds and Rob McElhenney seem like nice blokes, but they’ve ruined a proper salt of the earth club by transforming it into a gaggle of arrogant trust fund twerps.
Let’s not forget, Wrexham have basically PSG’d their way out of obscurity thanks to a wage bill the size of a small country’s GDP, all while trying to paint themselves as the plucky, likeable underdogs to their idiotic Disney+ lapdog fans.
And then there’s their social media gimmicks. ‘Look at how whacky we all are. We turned Paul Mullin’s profile on the club’s website into a picture of Deadpool. Don’t forget to like, share and subscribe, y’all!’
Like Man City’s FFP lawyers, they really need a good humbling.