Rum wrote:Actually what gets me is why anyone is surprised when professional footballers do this sort of thing. The word 'professional' is kind of a hint. It is business through and through and loyalty of any kind except short term and expedient seems un-required, unnecessary and actually absent.
It won't happen but if footy was truly local again, with [layers drawn from the town, city or region or at least something akin to that I might regain a bit of interest. As it is, with season tickets you need a mortgage to buy, team strips at 40 quid a throw that the kids 'must have' and players earning 200K a week, it reeks of the worst excesses of international and multi-national business to me.
Fair points, Rum, but the thing that gets me is that the desire to win medals over rides everything else. Now, of course every player wants to win the FA Cup or Champion's League, preferably loads of times over the course of a career, but is that the most important thing? Money is not the issue anymore - top players will be millionaires many times over when they retire, so what is left?
Medals and adulation.
Consider these two players:
Over a phenomenal 20 year career Alan Shearer lit up the English Premiership like no other striker before or since. His medal tally is one Premiership winners medal while at Blackburn Rovers. In 1996 Shearer had a choice - join Manchester United and practically guarantee himself a bagful of winners medals, or join his hometown club, Newcastle United and have a chance to earn the undying adoration of the Geordie nation forever. He chose the latter course and won nothing in the best years of his career, often shining as the glittering diamond in a failing team, but although he has an empty medal drawer he will be loved until the day he dies by hundreds of thousands of Geordies and revered by millions yet to be born because of his incredible goalscoring record. He ended his career as the greatest striker in Newcastle's history, a legend of the game both locally and nationally.
Now consider Michael Owen. The boy wonder at Liverpool, a lethal goalscorer, and one of the best players in the history of the club. He could have enjoyed a spectacular career, and by now he would be entering the twilight of his career at Liverpool as a much loved legend, a great son of the club, and a great star in a galaxy of great stars. He would have had FA Cup and Champion's League success. But no. At the age of 24 he started to fuck about - he tried to run down his contract so he could leave and claim a giant signing on fee in lieu of a transfer fee to Liverpool. But Liverpool refused to play that game and Rafa Benitez shifted him out to Real Madrid. It was clear to see that he was surplus to requirements there, so he angled to get back in to the Premiership - as his old teamates basked in the afterglow of the miracle of Istanbul, Owen signed for Newcastle Utd after Liverpool refused to meet his valuation. He did nothing there for four years before he committed the ultimate footballing crime. He signed for Manchester United, Liverpool's greatest enemy. Instantly, the 2001 Cup treble and everything else he had done at Liverpool meant nothing - his medals were worthless, just as anything he wins at Man Utd will be worthless - tainted by greed, selfishness and an extreme lack of loyalty, nobility and Corinthian ideals. His medals will just be so much metal - no one will care, because even the Man Utd fans don't trust him. He has started six times for Man Utd this season in the premiership, and made one substitute appearance - he needs three more appearances to qualify for a Premiership winner's medal, and I'm sure he's desperate to get a few minutes here and there because it is likely that Man Utd will win the league. How pathetic. Does he really think anyone will care about his stupid medals, especially if they have been won by others? They're just so many pieces of silver. Owen will slink away from the game, despised, unloved, untrusted. So will Torres eventually.