Wednesday, May 02, 2007
I know I should try to say something intelligible about the big stories of the day - the fall of Lord Browne, the imminent departure of Blair and the failings of MI5 - but the first depresses, the second irritates and the third puzzles me so much that I would need to lie down for a day or two before emitting a post. But football, today, grabs me. I'm not talking about the worst football team in the world, nor last night's 'clash' between Liverpool and Chelsea - I just about got through 90 minutes by reading aloud my favourite passages from Evelyn Waugh's Scoop, but gave up when it went to extra time. No, football, for me, means Manchester City and it has been a great disappointment to discover that Sam Tyler in Life on Mars is a United supporter. Anyway, the big news is that City have taken the shocking step of suspending the footballer who talked sense, Joey Barton, merely because he seems to have duffed up Ousmane Dabo. Joey has, of course, got form, but I remain his most devoted fan. He is, I am sure, misunderstood. I am less keen, however, on the former Prime Minister of Thailand, who seems to want to buy City. City has always been an eccentric club but this seems an eccentricity too far. And, anyway, what would the serene, beaming Mr Shinawatra make of brawling Joey or 'Psycho' Pearce, not to mention the disappointment and suffering that afflicts everybody involved with City? Perhaps Buddhism will see him through; nevertheless, I feel I should write to him and explain.
Posted by Bryan Appleyard at 5:48 am