David James, I salute you.
The Guardian and its Sunday sister The Observer have an infatuation with celeb columns lately. Well, most places do – Owen Hargreaves being one we all love to hate, I’m sure – but those two take the mick.
Russell Brand. Great comedian, bad columnist. Every Saturday, he gets a huge big space so he can talk about how much of a West Ham fan he is. Brilliant.
David James is another. Normally, he’ll spend his words bigging himself up as some sort of messiah-footballer, out to save the fans from the nasty world of Premiership profits.
He even has a little “The fee for this article has been donated to charity”. In tackiness terms, that ranks up there with Sir Alan’s: “That’s why my fee for this ad has gone to the Great Almond Street Children’s Hospital.”
However, Dave ‘Jambo’ James was actually on top form today. A great article about lazy money-obsessed footballers.
But it’s still rubbish. Get them off.
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