This is more like it.
I was lamenting the absence of fruit cakes in the modern game. Balotelli doesn’t count as violence serves only to take us into the arena of the unhappy and the unwell.
By fruit cake I mean good old fashioned loopyness where nobody gets hurt, the protagonist suspends his or her own embarrassment and reminds all of us acting ‘normally’ just how boring we’ve become.
This then from the bowels of the social media thing what is called Twitter.