The scourge of the modern player

WITHOUT a game to watch on Saturday (thanks, Jerzy) I’m reduced to making the insignificant substantial.

Which is hardly uncharted territory for the average football fan. We spend our lives scaling mountains that were once molehills.

Take Lucas Neill for example. Are we really meant to get all cantankerous over the refusal of a distinctly average performer to take our money while picking splinters out of his arse? Well, yes. That’s what we do. We’ll choose to ignore the fact that he’d only be fourth-choice centre half and wax lyrically, even tearfully, about the medals he’s turned his back on.