agreed,
although, apparently, not so stupid as to not be paid 90 grand a fuggin week to "not be bothered to go to training", or "not to be match fit", or to be a fuggin spanner when given the ball and to cry and fall over when a member of the opposing team gets anywhere near them.
if i could garantee that i would be signed up to a major football club in a year, maybe two years time, and paid the miserable sum of 40 grand a week. i would train my nuts off, and live breathe and eat football in the mean time, so that i could:-
be fully trained up and match ready for the period of my contract.
not be a pussy - no falling over and laying there sobbing for no reason.
punch the shit out of ronaldo in a training session, or "friendly" game. woops, erm, i mean, "hug" ronaldo... yeah... thats it. "hug" with knuckle dusters.. to the face...
but it's not going to happen. even though i hate football, the players, the managers, the sponsers, and the so called "expert commentators". i think that would be my main motivation. my absolute unabated hatred, and unbrideled ellation at being able to prove how much better i, a joe nobody, am than any of these kucfwits the public so readily idealise.
grrrrrrr
/rant
Paris, goes she'd do the football team.