Robin
van Persie's betrayal really is the final straw. I've been a football fan for
over 50 years.
I had been becoming dissatisfied with the English Premier League over the last few seasons, but couldn't put my finger on precisely why.
I had been becoming dissatisfied with the English Premier League over the last few seasons, but couldn't put my finger on precisely why.
The
London 2012 Olympics showed me the reason. Or more specifically, the athletes
did. The spirit in which they competed was exemplary and inspiring throughout.
With
one exception: the footballers, and in particular, Team GB: I was hoovering
between channels, and suddenly, there was our fearless leader, Craig Bellamy,
in the referee's face. I got it in that instant: the Premiership has become a
league of tattooed, graceless, overpaid and underperforming chavs.
And
now my own fearless leader, Robin van Persie, has tarted himself out to the
highest bidder. For 200k a week. That's it. I'm out. Thank you Jessica Ennis, As
Mo Farah, Rebecca Adlington, Victoria Beckham, Usain Bolt and all the other
wonderful competitors for reminding me how it can be done.
By Kieron Murphy
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