MLS to Spiceboy: Can we lick your nuts, please?
Ok, I'm back. And I know many of you have been patiently waiting by your computer, like Ante Razov waits by the phone for Bruce Arena. So here it is, ya crackers!
So, sissy boy David Beckham took a break from shagging everyone but his wife to play in the United States at Giants's Stadium for England and he liked it so much he's brought back his club (Real Madrid) to play the LA Galaxy tonight in the Hope Desperate Center.
And I for one couldn't give a rat's ass!
Why is it whenever some over-hyped worthless, penalty scrubbing pretty boy comes from Europe to the U.S., the MLS brass have to fall all over themselves to toss his salad. And the U.S. soccer press just adds fuel to the ridiculous Fire by reporting his comments that went something like this:
Reporter/MLS cheerleader: Becks, sir, when you are finished eating your complementary caviar that we bought with the annual salary of a Project-40 player, can we ask you a question.
Beckham: (sounding, as ever, like a nancy boy) Sure. Are you wondering about my hair? Go ahead ask? I use mousse, not gel. It's OK, ask?
Reporter/MLS propagandist: Would you ever consider playing in the MLS?
Beckham: (After laughing for twenty minutes) Why, sure. I mean you never know. I mean we could be attacked by aliens like in War of the Worlds and all the other soccer leagues could be wiped out except MLS. Or the American government could get one of their oil buddies in Qatar to pay my salary. Sure, you never say never. I may be 75 and think, hey, I'd like to kick it around in NFL stadiums in front of nine people in Salt Lake, so you never say never.
Ok, so it isn't an exact transcript, but the spin on his never say never comments was twistier than Chubby Checker.
Those of you that still think an over-the-hill Beckham who plays in MLS 10 years from now, after he's exhausted all opportunities in the J-League is worth a go, I have two words for you: Lothar Matthaus.
Piss off,
YH.
