Central to all thats odious and malfunctioning about the dark side of contemporary professional football, lies John Terry. Well before his well-documented dallyings with casual racism and allegedly casting his slimy eyes over team-mates girlfriends, Terry was resigned to more off-the-cuff moments of idiocy. Endearing acts such as supposedly mouthing off whilst drunk at a bunch of American tourists on 9/11. Or being leader of an aggressively arrogant team that caused the retirement of one of the best referees in the world. Unless youre a Chelsea fan, its a rarity that youd regard him with any semblance of affection. So there was nothing that derived as much satisfaction as watching thug-faced wide boy Terry arrogantly stroll forward to take Chelseas fifth penalty in the shootout of the 2008 Champions League Final. He would then proceed to slip and fall onto his bawdy a*se on the rain-soaked turf and balloon the ball off the outside of the post. It was a joy to behold - especially as Chelsea would go on to lose causing their Mr Dependable to blubber like man whos just discovered his wifes been cheating on him with a team mate. His despicable behaviour on and off the pitch throughout his career makes John Terrys burst face on that rainy night in Moscow a truly glorious image.
Chris James Peet says hello. His interests include hoping for the best and sitting in chairs. He much prefers moaning to counting his blessings and suffers fools gladly. He also likes to look out of the window and check what's in the fridge but he hates standing up, dripping taps and reality.
