Robin Van Persie. It seems, to many who love the beautiful game
the mere mention of his name has them swooning like something from a Hollywood
chick flick. And, to be fair, the boy can play a bit but how does that prevent
so many people being blind to what a verminous little piece of shit RVP is?
Strong stuff?
Consider this, especially in the new reality the FA have created
for football, one where to be accused is all that is required for sentence to
be passed….
Charge One.
RVP is arrested on a rape charge in Holland. Charges are dropped for 'lack of evidence' (allegedly) after a large sum of money changed hands between an anonymous
supporter and the Dutchman’s accuser.
Charge Two.
RVP celebrates a goal at Stamford Bridge by giving Nazi style
salutes to the Gooner faithful. This act is seen by millions watching the game
on Sky and yet it draws barely a comment from the media who meekly accept his
excuses before writing about other footballers accused of doing things less
blatantly obvious to all watching.
Charge Three.
A clear use of the elbow in the Arses game against Villa brought justifiable
anger from Alex McLeish. But the FA decided charges weren’t warranted and the
media (again) largely ignored the matter.
What next for this loveable little rogue (not)? A spot of granny
mugging excused as a misunderstood pastime which hurts no one? How about a
touch of murder no doubt reported in the media as ‘oh, it’s okay, its Robin Van
Persie, he probably didn’t mean it?’ He is the sort of person who parks in a
disabled parking bay thinking it’s his divine right and probably laughs about
it too.
When I refer to Van Persie as a verminous little piece of shit, in
reality I am being unkind to both vermin and shit. I don’t care how good a
player he is, how silky smooth his skills, how many goals he scores; people like
Van Persie have no place in the beautiful game.
KTBFFH
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