Monday, January 25, 2010

A substitute for God


See this story? - Robbie Fowler refuses to start on the bench, gets dropped and reveals that his missus isn't settling into the fast-paced, cosmopolitan style of life in tropical far-north Queensland.

With the population of Townsville roughly three quarters of that of Medway, and only a jaunty 800 miles from nearest major city Brisbane (another one of the southern hemisphere's most exciting metropolises), you can only assume that time has mellowed the former party boy and moving back into such excitement has made him and his family realise that living la vida loca is no longer for them.

Frankly I'm stunned. Who could have seen this coming?

It's the fans I feel sorry for.

Especially all those, whether they were Townsville fans, neutrals, or fans of the opposition, who turned up to games in Liverpool shirts, often outnumbering the Townsville fans and giving the (obviously wrong) impression that they didn't give a shit about who was playing, as long as they could gather together near the front row of the stand and scream at their idol, begging him to come over and sign their shirt like mid-30s women at a Take That concert.

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