You look at Carlos Tevez’s shenanigans last night and suddenly Modric’s chicken badge allergy seems almost reasonable. We all have our problems. Sure if your domestic life is fraught you are entitled to say that it’s effecting you, if it is. But the Missing Link was barely able suppress a smirk when interviewed after last night’s game.
“But, I have to say, I don’t feel particularly great out there, in terms of sharpness and fitness. It has been like that for a long time.
Sometimes I feel like I am playing at 60 or 70 per cent.
You have to deal with the restrictions at times, and hopefully once I have played a certain number of games, everything else will come.”
Refreshingly honest. One thing with King is that he is such a rarity in the modern game he is frequently heavily indulged by fans and as genuine and heartfelt the cries of, ‘Long Live The King’ are I’m sure, he has only ever been at 60%+ for some time now.
You can argue and successfully so that his 60% is better than most players 110%, but the serious bit here – too frequently glossed over – is that having a revolving door policy at The Lane has been more than an influencing factor in our defense looking on occasion like an outtake from a 3 Stooges movie.
I would strip back the opportunities given to King and literally wheel him out for the big games or when we have no obvious choice in the matter. We need as a Club to think about the future and a solid back four that play together just about week in, week out – as I am sure your daddy told you – is the bedrock of any serious football team.
Elsewhere you may recall that we learned that Azza Blud had been hiding out in Lego Land Windsor. News just in this morning that zoo keepers using a diamond encrusted MP3 player as bait, captured the electric heeled winger in a giant butterfly net. As a result, he is expected to face the Celtic hoards that are Shamrock Rovers on Thursday night.
And so back to Modders and the first of gawd knows how many articles in stating that a one million percent pay rise is on the cards. No point in whining, no point at all. It’s ironic that a player with loyalty is crocked and the one who’s as fit as fiddle wants to hold us to ransom.
Someone else will buy Carlos Tevez, just as someone else will take your horrifically priced seat should decide to boycott. All you need to remember as the flames of hell begin to take the chill from your bones …is that there’s always room for one more in the handcart.