So...its the 31st December 2011, what else can I write about other than the standard New Years Eve reflection of the year just gone or hopes for the year ahead of us...unfortunately for you all I am just too uncreative to think of anything else other than the standard rubbish column inches churned out by the mass media...
There are many things I am looking forward to in 2012...Men in Black 3, the next Batman film, the European Championships in Poland and Ukraine, the end of the world as predicted by the Mayans (21st December 2012) coming and going (just as every Nostradamus prediction has) and, since I live in London, I'm obliged to say that I am looking forward to the 2012 Olympics. But, if I had my way, what would the coming year hold for the world of football...
Pro-Steve Kean Rallies - Never before has there been such an outpouring of support from the Premier League managers as there has been for Steve Kean. Whilst his team have been fairly woeful throughout the course of 2011, for some reason no-one thinks its his fault because the team are playing good football. That's all well and good, but try explaining that to your average Blackburn fan who seems more interested in making some the most amateur "banners" ever seen than actually appreciating the effort the players are putting in on the pitch. Maybe the chicken empire haven't exactly invested money as they claimed, but Blackburn fans maybe need to stop getting ideas above their station...obviously results like today's will go some way to fan the delusions of grandeur suffered almost to a person at Ewood Park. So, whilst Blackburn fans seem intent of getting him sacked, why don't the rest of us attend Pro-Steve Kean rallies with even more amateurish banners to sing songs about his extensive achievements...erm, or just sing his name over and over again.
Sepp Blatter photographed at Silvio Berlusconi 'Bunga Bunga' party - They say opposites attract, well this would be a prime example...one of the worlds most popular politicians (purely based on his "extra curricular" activities than actual policy/running of the country) and the universally hated (if the universe consisted of England) football official. Teflon Sepp has survived every scandal and accusation of misconduct and somehow still gets re-elected as FIFA president. Maybe being seen at one of Silvio's famous 'Bunga Bunga' parties would be the final straw, obviously the initial photo of Sepp in his speedo surrounded by young ladies of the night would be a potentially scarring experience, but the photos to accompany the inevitable FIFA statement defending his actions would be priceless...I'm thinking Sepp ironing while his wife sits and watches TV in the background, Sepp on his hands and knees scrubbing a floor and of course, Sepp playing football in shorter shorts and tighter tops (since this was his suggestion on how to make womens football more appealing).
Mario Balotelli keeps being Mario Balotelli. Gary Lineker admitted on Match of the Day the Super Mario was fast becoming one of his favourite players, and who am I to disagree with Gary Winston Lineker!? Whilst obviously a gifted footballer when he wants to be, its Mario's off the field antics that have kept me entertained...granted we're in the position now were every most of the stories aren't true, but the brilliant thing is, a little piece of you believes that Super Mario could feasibly have done it. My top stories from the last year are obviously the firework debacle, and also the rumour that when his mother came to visit, she was so disgusted by the state of his house that she sent him shopping to buy cleaning products only for Mario to appear a few hours later with a John Lewis van filled with anything other than cleaning products and allegedly including a trampoline.
Mounting tension between Souness and Gullit boils over live on TV. Sick of having to listen to yet more drivel from the mouth of Souness, Ruud Gullit finally snaps and puts him in his place. Obviously Souness won't take this lying down, and points out to Gullit his achievements in the game before asking "what have you done Ruud?" prompting Gullit to smile, laugh and then get all Frank Rijkard on his Rudi Voller ass. Que bedlam as the two scuffle infront of a bemused Geoff Stelling with Gary Neville trying to "pull them apart" whilst looking suspiciously like he too is putting the boot in on Souness. In the aftermath Souness signs a new contract with ITV for their Euro Championship and turns up for his first show only to be sat next to Edgar Davids...unfortunately for Souness, Edgar could be described as having a somewhat shorter fuse the Ruud Gullit...the whole episode then ends up being parodied for the rest of time on YouTube.
We can all dream can't we, oh, and obviously a promotion would be nice next year, maybe a cup run and a trip to Old Trafford...but thats just not realistic now is it...
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