Angry Fans
He casts his eye over your comments and gives his own critical analysis of the goings on throughout the world of football.
You may agree with him or then again you may not.
This week Pele’s visit to Ireland; I had a dream; Blatter can’t leave well alone; England make pact with the devil; Wayne’s sleeping beauty; Pulis and Beattie go full distance; Wenger’s moan about injuries; Looking for Eric; Group stages at end thank God; Carrick’s performs without complaining; Drogba the pantomime villain; QPR yearn for the days of Bowles; Bad week for penalty takers.
The Letter of the Week goes to Mark Mulholland, Tipperary. Get in touch with your postal address and our magnificent prize will be winging its way to you.
IT WAS wonderful to see Pele visiting Ireland last week. He is also a total gentleman and certainly one without an ego. How lovely it was to see him talking to children and adults in a pleasant manner in Dublin and Meath. It was a reminder of the ‘good old days’ when association football was a sport. There was a time when I would not miss a big match — on the road, television or in person — but these days the English Premier League holds little fascination for me. What a pity that some of the overpaid prats who play there could not take a few leaves out of Pele’s book as regards humility.
Wouldn't argue with the incomparabe greatness of Pele, Jim, but I always have to doubt the essential humility of someone who goes around the world referring to himself in the third person. And you don't have to go Sky-high with your hype to see that there is some fantastic football played in the Premier League.
