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Save our Sol: Why the big man deserves a break from the boos
YEAH, because you see I was walking down the street the other day right and I saw my mate and I said do you wanna go for a drink?
He said: ‘OK, I’ll have a Sol’. ‘Mexican beer?’, I asked. He said:‘Yeah, a Sol - a swift one and straight home’. Bu-dum-dum. Come on, work with me here.
Sol is the name of a beer, a bit like Corona, the one for people who think lime wedges make them cool. You can find these drinkers just east of Islington in refurbished pubs where girls wear trilbies and boys wear silly striped sweaters. And they say they like Marvin Gaye records but don’t know any of the words. And have lawyers for parents. And they go snow-boarding. And they watch T4 and think Fearne Cotton is cool. And they flashmob for mobile phone ads. Anyway, that’s the Sol drinkers.
But for the purposes of this joke, my friend - an imaginary friend but still cooler than anyone who watches T4 - was cleverly comparing a quick drink of Sol beer in a pub to Sol Campbell’s decision to quit Notts County after just one match. A swift one and straight home.
Ah, now you get it – and you see that you can have a laugh about the puzzling paths Sol Campbell takes without resorting to horrible, homophobic abuse.
I liked him a lot at Arsenal and hope wherever he ends up next - even if it is Spurs again - he is allowed to just get on with it.
ALAS fortune did not favour the brave.
A rampant Chelski managed to rout a Spurs team that started better than the score line suggests and, with no bus in sight, the Blues were stunned into action.
Ashley “boo boy” Cole’s opening goal, although hard to take, was not the substance that made Spurs fans sick. No, that honour was reserved for an under-par performance by referee Howard Webb. Or rather his usual performance, it seems, when it comes to Tottenham. The penalty? Non-decision? Whatever it was has been hotly contested, a fact that has had me shaking my dreadlocks in disbelief all week. The more discerning Chelski fan will laughingly admit to the truth and so now I’m all debated out and will pay it no more attention except to say: “Come on ref, you’re having a laugh!”
For me though dodgy refereeing decisions are not the problem. Spurs have still not acquired the mentality that allows us to battle to the very end, a fact highlighted by the loss of Ledley King and our capitulation thereafter.
The players would do well to take a lead from the fans who at the final whistle could be heard singing that old N17 spiritual, “We are Tottenham from the Lane.” |
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