There was nationwide
disappointment last week as Great Britain’s football team manager Stuart Pearce announced that
peculiarly bearded national lifestyle icon David Beckham, despite being a
champion of the London Olympics, will not have the opportunity to become
Olympic champion. When Pearce announced that Beckham, 48, would not be included
in the Olympic squad due to there being younger, fitter and more traditionally
facially-haired players on offer, a predictable outcry from qualified experts
all over the country ensued. For instance, The
Sun declared that over 78 per cent of its readers said that Stuart Pearce
was WRONG to drop the former England
captain. One reader went so far as to say "Shame
on Pearce. This is a disgraceful decision. I was looking forward to the football
and see Beckham play for GB” before adding “And where the hell is
Gascoigne on the team sheet? I like him too,” in my mind.
(A Sun reader yesterday)
But the
country’s great thinkers can rest a little easier, as it appears that 1980s Olympic
legend and former Tory twat Lord Sebastian Coe has big plans for Becks. The
Evening Standard reports that Coe has in mind “two very clear roles” for
the future king, but is keeping his Conservative lips tightly buttoned as to
what these roles will be. It appears that among the reasons for this closely
guarded secrecy is that he doesn’t actually know himself. In an earlier statement concerning Sir Becks, Coe wibbled that
"We are scoping a role for him at the moment. I actually spoke to him over the course of the weekend. We're working on it, but you'll have to watch this space."
(Coe: clueless)
(Beckham: likes Olympics)
But if chucking wood into running water proves too challenging for Dave Beck, I think I have stumbled upon the perfect solution: how about sniffing snuff?
(Mmm...snuff)
If not, what about darts? Anyone can do that, right?
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