I wrote a very emotional blog in October of 2010. Wayne Rooney broke my heart. Admittedly, it was my own fault; I had allowed myself to fall in love with a player, who at the end of the day had left the only club he had ever loved to play for us. I was angry back then. I wasn’t amongst the fans who booed Rooney, though; I wasn’t amongst the fans who then cheered him a couple of weeks later. I stopped thinking Wayne Rooney was God’s gift that day, and I started looking at him more critically. For a while, I’ll admit I was overly critical, but Wayne Rooney doesn’t encourage the anger in me anymore, in fact he struggles to provoke any sort of emotion. Some would probably argue that I’m not neutral, that I’m so hurt by his disregard for this club that I can’t see how much the player means to me. I would say that I am more neutral than those who believe that we would be a lesser club without Wayne Rooney. No man is bigger than the team he plays in.
Wanker, wanker, wanker, cunt. May seem like I have fashionable Tourettes, but sadly I’m just fucked the hell off.
There has been rumours going around for months about Wayne Rooney having had an affair with a prostitute whilst his wife was pregnant with their kid. Last I saw it had hit the Sunday Mirror and the News (stiffles laughter) of the World, I’m not intending to look for any further stories.
To say I’m disappointed would be an understatement. To say I feel like punching a hole in the wall would be nowhere near the damage I would actually like to inflict on the world. I’m embarrassed. I feel sick. I’m pissed off. I’m gutted. I’m heartbroken.
The thought that Rooney would do something like this to his pregnant wife sickens me, and I hope to God she leaves his sorry ass for doing something so stupid. However, selfish, what I wish more than anything is that this don’t affect the team. I can in time forgive Rooney for doing something that horrible to his wife and then unborn baby. I can forget the fact that he didn’t just do it once, but several times. However if you let this fuck your season up, and this costs us our shot at the league, I will personally hunt you down and cut your cock off with a sharpened spoon.
Still, except from the selfish part of me, I’m just really, really gutted, and I feel like a five year old who has just found out their idol killed Barney.
Which is probably what Wayne Rooney would have said had he not loved his national side with a passion that the team and its fans does NOT deserve.
Instead he said “Nice to see your own fans booing you. That’s what loyal support is.” In those few words Rooney summed up one reason as to why I never could and never would get behind England. England’s performance was abysmal, it was probably worse than that. There was no passion in that team, there was no want or desire to win. The manager took off Aaron Lennon, the one player who seemed to be desperate for his team to do well, to replace him with the midget that is Shaun Wright-Phillips, who will only ever be a world class player in the eyes of his somewhat biased adopted father. Which leads me to believe that Capello, despite the ignorance of England fans, was never the saviour that they expected him to be.
Wayne Rooney will probably be blamed in part for England’s exit from the World Cup, and the exit will come, that I’d be willing to bet a lot of money on. West Ham’s Rob Green will be haunted by the mistake he made in the first match, perhaps more so by his own conscience than that of the England fans, but Rooney will be the man with most of the blame because he didn’t score enough goals, because he wasn’t passionate enough. Why? Because from the beginning of England’s warm up matches all that has been spoken of is the fact that Rooney’s temper is going to cost England the World Cup. He has been told to tone it down, but what the ignorant fools that watch, fantasy manage and boo England do not realise is that Rooney isn’t some miserable twat whose temper gets him the odd yellow card, and perhaps too many red cards earlier on in his career. Rooney has something that England fans fail to recognize because they haven’t seen it this millenium. It’s called passion you bunch of overbearing, self-centered, pathetic excuses of football fans.
It’s what Psycho and Gazza had, but that no one questioned back then. What changed? 1998. Beckham got sent off, and got all the blame for a terrible performance. That’s when I lost my respect for England, and its fans. That’s when you “fans” lost the right to call yourself supporters, and it’s all been downhill since then.
Burning dummies of Beckham, then cheering like there was no Tomorrow when he scored THAT free kick against Greece. That sums up England fans. Hypocrites. There are some grounds in England where you have come to expect hearing fans whose teams are in the top ten or even top five of the Premiership booing their players and team, and it seems those same people follow England, boo England. Which at least makes them consistent hypocrites.
You don’t boo your team, you don’t sneer at your players. You’re not going to encourage them to play better by booing them, and even if you may be feeling a bit pissed off that you’re watching a team that clearly does not give a fuck, guess what, that’s England, YOU decided to support them, so perhaps you should consider doing just that.
I hate England, I hate their fans. I hate John Terry, I despise Ashley Cole, I feel violent tendencies towards Frank Lampard and Steven Gerrard. I’m not willing to change my opinion of those vile creations of humanity just to support England, I’d rather be ravaged by hungry lions at London Zoo. I’m just glad I figured all of this out a long time ago, because I really would have hated ending up looking like a dick head like the rest of you do. The fans, the tabloids, you’re all pathetic. The team itself is pathetically overrated and lacking in all aspects.
So really, feel free, and stick your fucking England up your arse.
Waking up and realising that there’s only two more sleeps till I’m going to Old Trafford again. Yes I’m a Manchester United fan, and I try to go to as many matches as possible… figured I may as well admit it, as quite frankly it will come out at some point or another anyway. Don’t worry though, I won’t make my blog into a crazy football blog, mainly because I cannot be bothered arguing about who is going to win the league when I’d rather just focus on my team’s performance!
What else makes me happy? Attention from someone special, having sex in the rain, yes I mean outside, music and friends. Mostly though, especially right now, it’s football. Despite our terrible result at the weekend. (Chelsea only beat us because we were shit, so there).
Oh, and apparently Rooney’s going to be back for the City match at wastelands, at least according to SkySports, suddenly I feel a bit better about everything. He may be Shrek to all of you, but there’s not a single club out there who wouldn’t trade the world to have someone like Rooney in their squad. Besides, I’m pretty sure how good looking you are has nothing to do with how good a footballer you are, if it did there would have been a few Brazilians over the years being a hell of a lot more shit than they were.
What I find funny though is that quite a few, and I mean far from all, male football fans are a tiny tiny bit homophobic. By which I mean phobic of gay men, they still fancy the idea of two girlies getting down and dirty. Yet they have no problem judging how ugly a footballer is? Surely that’s a little contradictory?
Time for my morning coffee and cigarette, maybe I’ll wake up and manage to write something a bit more entertaining?