Wednesday, June 20, 2007
With the body of the QE2 still warm, the gods are now mocking my lifelong loyalty to Manchester City. First, Joey Barton - the footballer who talked sense - leaves and now the club is to become some sort of Thai-Swedish operation. At least the massages will be good. But it's not right and the prospect of Sven delivering his solemn post-match homilies is unbearable. It is, I think, time I turned away from the team that taught me all I know about suffering. But, in the vulgar wasteland of the Premiership, what are the alternatives?
Posted by Bryan Appleyard at 7:24 am