One fuck a game?
Wayne Rooney is going to get a ban for swearing down a camera in Manchester United’s 4-2 victory against West Ham. The ban hasn’t been ratified yet, but you can bet your bottom dollar one will be the result of his FA charge. His match-winning, hattrick-scoring performance has been forgotten, as he has been roundly vilified for his actions.
Despite promptly apologising after the game (and I can understand his heat of the moment argument – I’ve played football and said some truly disgusting things, that I’m not proud of, and would wholeheartedly recant after the final whistle), the age old bullshit about role models and what about the children? has been rolled out. Now, if you want to give your kids a role model who has worked tremendously hard to exploit a talent to its fullest potential, Wayne Rooney is perfect. If you’re looking for someone whom your children can look up to for virtuous guidance, he ain’t your man. You couldn’t find anyone more morally bankrupt.
But this rubbish about his responsibilities? Behave. The only responsibility here is with parents to teach their children right and wrong. If you don’t want your kids to see or hear swearing, then don’t left them watch football. It doesn’t have to be spat down a camera – I have lip-read the A to Z of a profanisaurus whilst watching the Premier League.
I can guarantee those children know those words anyway. Rooney said fuck twice – that is par for the course daily in playgrounds across the country. That’s not Rooney’s fault, it’s an inherent issue with our society.
He’s a victim of circumstance as much as anything. 20 years ago, there would never have been a cameraman, free to walk pitchside to get the best shots. That level of coverage and scrutiny is what the fans want, and then out come the moaners when a young man swears at work. If you can find me a 25 year old male who doesn’t swear at work, I’ll show you a liar.
At the end of the day, he was in the wrong. But get off the high horse. He’s human. We say naughty words, and do naughty things. And you’re a fucking idiot if this shocks you. And if that offends you, then you’re a daft fucking idiot to boot.
I’m sure this has probably seen by everyone, but it’s brilliant:
And as an extra treat – Elvis beetle:
Guess where I’m going this weekend?
Edinburgh. Good guess. I’m well excited, and if anyone has any boss ideas for places to go/see, let me know. Cheers kids.
In other news
-Day off on Wednesday, meeting Thursday. Good times.
The Vaccines album is really good, like Glasvegas if they were exposed to natural sunlight. Here’s a top one:
They better be at Glasto. With me. Oh yeah.