Footballers and tell-'em-all biographies don't really belong together. I mean imagine an honest scribe putting together a week in the life of a pro soccer player.
Monday morning 6am - wake up aching from Sunday night's gyrations on the dance floor - swears! Really ought to quit drinking quite so much... (healthy) breakfast of muffins and marmalade - ok, why not throw in a couple of Vienna Sausages and bacon, and maybe just a small beer...
8.13am - damn! The gaffer's standing by the doorway looking at his wriswatch - hope it's one of those cheap Taiwanese made ones - damn! One weeks wages fine for being late....
I think the point is evident to see. In order to sell copies, it's all about SENSATIONALIZATION! And that is an ugly word that means reality doesn't matter.
But the truth is, reality does matter. And despite the "honest" protestations of soccer agents worldwide, the damage can be widespread.
Enter Sir Alex's poorly timed book. In it, the old manager questions the intentions of supporters and the role they play. Ill-advised it may be, but I suspect that the gaffer knew little about it in the first place. If indeed those were his words, it would be less colorful and we all know that he is not one to mince his words when it comes to criticism. Trouble is, the damage has already been done. And for all he has done for the club, I wonder whether this is the beginning of the end for Sir Alex.
