Well, here we go again folks. Another England player busted, pants down by his ankles, with a “tell all skank”, by a garbage-can-rummaging reporter who’s now truly achieved “papperazzi” status. What a wonderful sports world we live in, don’t we? For those of us who’ve been living under a rock over the last few days, England’s top striker, Wayne Rooney of Manchester United, was revealed to have slept with self confessed prostitute, Jennifer Thompson, while Coleen Rooney was pregnant with their son, Kai. I’m sure over the next few days we’ll be treated to all the lurid details of where, how, why, and with what, but I guess this begs the question: Wayne Rooney in trouble again, but do we really care ?
My question stems from a series of news articles that have plagued sports figures across the world over the past year or so, the most famous of which involved US golfer Tiger Woods and a procession of infidelities that recently culminated in divorce from his now soon to be ex-wife Elin Nordegren. In particular, to narrow the focus, it seems that England players are favorite targets of the tabloid media, and unlike on the field in South Africa, they regularly deliver the goods superbly. John Terry lost the captaincy over his affair with Vanessa Perroncel and Ashley Cole’s private life is a reality series, it seems, in most British news rags. Peter Crouch recently was also mentioned in dispatches from the “papperazzi” front line about his jaunts in Spain so on first glance, it would appear that you would be in the minority in that squad if you weren’t running around in the parking lot chasing all the hotties that swarm over these guys on a daily basis.
Frankly, I have gotten to the point where I could care less about their private lives anymore. The notion that a sports figure should be a role model is a seriously flawed one at best anyway, and since these antics are so commonplace now, the media are killing their own golden goose, as people will have less of a need for this type of “swamp news” as it happens so often. The money that sports figures today make is obscene to start with, and when you combine that with the fame, looks and media access, should we be surprised by any of this behavior? If I go out to the store and leave some nice, juicy steaks on my kitchen floor, do you think my dogs won’t have that wry smile on their face when I come home that tells me “Dumbass. You didn’t think I was going to scoff that right down ? ” I think the shame of this is that there are people on the perimeter of the families involved that get hurt the most. Mothers and fathers. Sons and daughters, and maybe some more distant relatives. I don’t feel sorry for the WAGS because they most likely met their better half through this conveyor belt of supply that hovers around these guys constantly. Just because your player happened to see you when the music stopped, to me, doesn’t mean an awful lot. I know I’m painting with a broad brush here but it’s hard not to under these circumstances.
Some of the irony surrounding this debacle stems from the fact that recent court injunctions have been filed by three England footballers to prevent allegations of their private lives becoming public, so it’s no wonder we couldn’t perform at the World Cup this year with all this background stuff going on. Fabio Capello must have thought he’d signed on as a doorman at a bordello.
South Africa taught me one thing about the current England squad player and that is that we are all at the mercy of their whims and petty likes and dislikes. They claim they care about the fans, but then, they really don’t. They care about themselves and not much else. They are unprofessional, uneducated, and carefree about how they live their lives. I have become the same way about them. To me they are trick ponies who provide me with entertainment. If they perform, then give them a treat. If they don’t, then stick the cattle prod up their ass and get me another one that will perform. Again, not all sporting figures, or even soccer players behave this way, but it seems that a good percentage of the important ones do.
Their justice will come through their pockets when sponsors who insist on a clean life start running for the hills and the humorous chants from opposing fans rain down from the terraces. Life can be strange. What tends to go around, tends to come back around too.
Hey, Wayne. Your cell phone is ringing. It’s Tiger. He wants to know if you’re doing anything on Tuesday night.