THE SHARK ON FRIDAY
The Shark on Friday
Suarez? Typical...
May 31st
Kissing the badge? Kiss my arse more like...
So Luis Suarez tells a press conference that 'now would be a good time for a change of environment' - code for 'show me the money.'
Of course it's not surprising: the toothy Uruguayan has the perfect excuse - his get out jail free card if you will - in the shape of the British Press. But in reality he's brought it all on himself.
Not that he gives a rat's ass...
All that matters now is that he can grab his 'fourth chance' (don't forget his biting incident at Ajax) and start again with Real Madrid, link up with Gareth Bale and Ronaldo, get an extra gazillion Euros a minute and all will be well again in Casa Suarez.
Wrong.
If you think that Barcelona are going to sit back and enjoy last season's La Liga victory, think again. Their plans go deep, and The Spy informs me that June will be a massive month for the Catalan Giants transfer-wise.
You also have to consider just how much Madrid are prepared to tolerate from Suarez: one more bite, one more racist slur or god knows-what-else from this borderline nut-job and a global institution like the Bernabeu can rapidly transform itself into Elm Street: just ask Mourinho.
Los Blancos do not take kindly to loose cannons, and Suarez would have been much, much wiser waiting another year, knocking in another 30+ for Liverpool, sorting his head out and moving on with the love and affection of all concerned.
Liverpool have been treated appallingly here, and no amount of 'kind words' from Suarez and his agent will paper over the cracks that his move - regardless of the final fee - will leave at Anfield. Two final words of caution though for Suarez as he makes his next 'dream move':
Fernando Torres.
I 'heart' you? I 'heart' big wads of cash more like...
Back in 1993, you could forgive a lad for moving to a bigger club for nothing more than money, after all, your career was short and you had to make sure that you were prepared financially for the end of your playing days.
But that was 20 years ago...
Now, players are paid such obscene amounts of money that Agents can happily retire on their percentages. And now, players careers can go on FOREVER.
Take Alan Shearer as a case in point: the most dull, boring man on TV today. Yes, he was a phenomenal striker who terrorized defenders the world over. Now, with boots well and truly hung up, he earns obscene amounts of cash to sit next to fellow 'pundits' Hansen, Lawrenson, O'Neill, Gray, Pugh, Pugh, BarneyMcGrew, Cuthbert, Dibble and Grubb, and deliver banal quips at half time and tell all and sundry how he would have done it.
Dullard.
And it doesn't end there, oh no.
The 'B-Listers': Crooks, Holland and Cottee, all make a packet out of telling you a goal's just gone in at Stoke - plus there are a thousand other ways in which the ex-pro can make more away from the pitch than on it.
So why oh why, when he's already got a GREAT wage structure, does Gareth Bale, the twice-crowned player of the year want to move to Madrid?
Filthy Lucre: no more, no bloody less.
Of course there will always be the loyal players too, and for them the true term 'legend' fits nicely, as does their multi-million pound bank balances and huge houses (Gerrard, Neville, Carragher, etc): it's just that they didn't shaft anyone along the way.
So next time you see a player kiss your badge or throw you a heart-shape, imagine that it's a lone finger to the pleb that they see you as, and you'll be a little closer to the truth...
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