Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Frontline : Journalism at its hardest hittingest



Now before there is a chorus of tut-tuting and assorted sophisticated venting of implied disapproval (i.e calling me a real asshole) at any perceived distastefulness, let me first say in my defence...... that i don't care (said non-careness helped by fact that there's only so much "chorus" that our one reader can muster even on his more blustery days which are as few and far between as grand Somalian brunches....)

How friggin biggg is Ramires' head?? If I didn't know better from my very productive (not literally) years of studying biology, I'd have bet Ramires' head's mom dropped it on Ramires when it was a child. He's just 24, this is no age to be playing football! He should be waving AK-47s maniacally and cleansing Hutu cockroaches...and ruthless white devil Chelsea taking him away from all that and making him sweat it out in front of bloodthirsty fans and femur-thirsty defenders. So typical. Instead of a healthy dose of worrying about his next meal, or the lives and honor of his family and village, he's thrust out there in these life threatening situations and having to score goals against Valencia... (yes genius there was obviously a personal vendetta behind this , apart from the fact of course that I hated him right from his debut during the WC Qualifiers and Confederations Cup. The last thing Valencia needed, with its Banega-less impotent midfield, brickwalled Chelsea opposition, and coked up Victor Ruiz, was a humiliating goal by Ramires and that alien ass head of his.)

It baffles me why this guy is so successful, after first snickering away gleefully that Brazil had thrown away the likes of Edu, Juninho, Kaka and effectively replaced them with this quite apparently talentless but tireless (duh..what with all that running from vultures he must've done as a child) Midfielder, I eventually had to sink into the depressing fact that his lack of talent not only fit in majestically with the cesspit of overrated talentlessness that is Brazil, but also converted quite a few people against the relevance or efficacy of specimens like Juninho or Edu in today's Midfield. Of course, by this time, the criminal under rating or ill treatment of Juninho was no longer shocking (and coming from a Brazil hater, this is just....geez) given that no European club ever went and poached him away from Lyon, but the principle replacement of the tidy passing midfielder with 4-lunged maniacs who burst into the box now and then to score is becoming too alarmingly prevalent. Again, I blame Mourinho for this... things were fine before that jackass Deco came along and screwed life up for the Xavi's and David Pizarro's of the world.

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