I know I'm late in on this, I've been away, but in the whole biting incident, my point of view is this.
There are a lot of people in the media, and on the internet saying that tackle that threatens a career is much worse than what Suarez done, as he never left a mark or drew blood etc. However, every single footballer who chooses to go ot on a football pitch to play professional football is aware that thre is some possibility, no matter how small that they may get injured in some fashion. Some players will even put themselves in acetain positions knowing full well that there is the distinct possibility that they will, as much as I dislike the lad, John Terry is one. However, there is not one player in the country that I would think goes out onto a football pitch with the though that they may get bitten by an opponent, and this is why for me, it deserved special treatment. If I was to walk into my local supermarket and bite an unsuspecting member of the public, no matter how hard, I would be punished, more likely in a more severe manner that Suarez was. There is as much place for me doing it in a supermarket, as there is for it on a football pitch.
I was listening to Radio 2 on Monday lunch and Jeremy Vine was debating it. A 'journalist' fro trhe Daily Mail came on and actually argued the point that Suarez should be applauded for doing what he did rather than punished, as he found it highly entertaining, and that Football has become more entertainment now than a sport. I didn't catch this fellas name, but I can only think he was trying to make a name for himself.
I am crying and shaking right now.
An award savagely stolen by a cheat, Luis sat at home caressing his beautiful children to his busom.
Crushed as his name was booed when read out. Screaming inside at the injustice, like that doctor who helped James Wilkes Booth after he shot Abraham Lincoln. Only doing his job.
Runner up. No doubt he would have won if any black players had voted for him. Of course, the lying media led by the Old Trafford Leviathan saw to that.
All this on a day when Evra tried to strangle Walcott and got away with it.
Luis has never been sent off. Think about that. Never been sent off. The corrupt FA, eyes like hawks, looking for the slightest excuse to trash the Uruguayan Icarus, could not find one single action which would justify sending Anfield’s own Martin Luther King for an early bath.
Think about that.
When you go to bed tonight, think about that.
When you sip your Horlicks in your cosy little world, Luis will be kissing his children and soaking his pillow with tears of a good man wronged. Like Tom Selleck in that film An Innocent Man. Or that Billy Joel song.
Think about that.
I am crying and shaking right now.
An award savagely stolen by a cheat, Luis sat at home caressing his beautiful children to his busom.
Crushed as his name was booed when read out. Screaming inside at the injustice, like that doctor who helped James Wilkes Booth after he shot Abraham Lincoln. Only doing his job.
Runner up. No doubt he would have won if any black players had voted for him. Of course, the lying media led by the Old Trafford Leviathan saw to that.
All this on a day when Evra tried to strangle Walcott and got away with it.
Luis has never been sent off. Think about that. Never been sent off. The corrupt FA, eyes like hawks, looking for the slightest excuse to trash the Uruguayan Icarus, could not find one single action which would justify sending Anfield’s own Martin Luther King for an early bath.
Think about that.
When you go to bed tonight, think about that.
When you sip your Horlicks in your cosy little world, Luis will be kissing his children and soaking his pillow with tears of a good man wronged. Like Tom Selleck in that film An Innocent Man. Or that Billy Joel song.
Think about that.
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Ched Evans didnt even get booed ffs
hahahaha,Uruguayan Icarus just had me in absolute bits.
I am crying and shaking right now.
An award savagely stolen by a cheat, Luis sat at home caressing his beautiful children to his busom.
Crushed as his name was booed when read out. Screaming inside at the injustice, like that doctor who helped James Wilkes Booth after he shot Abraham Lincoln. Only doing his job.
Runner up. No doubt he would have won if any black players had voted for him. Of course, the lying media led by the Old Trafford Leviathan saw to that.
All this on a day when Evra tried to strangle Walcott and got away with it.
Luis has never been sent off. Think about that. Never been sent off. The corrupt FA, eyes like hawks, looking for the slightest excuse to trash the Uruguayan Icarus, could not find one single action which would justify sending Anfield’s own Martin Luther King for an early bath.
Think about that.
When you go to bed tonight, think about that.
When you sip your Horlicks in your cosy little world, Luis will be kissing his children and soaking his pillow with tears of a good man wronged. Like Tom Selleck in that film An Innocent Man. Or that Billy Joel song.
Think about that.
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