"Ever wondered how Boumsong gets to play in the French team?" began the email from my friend in Paris. "My students reckon he's a very intelligent, highly-educated guy who turns up for training carrying Le Monde. He discusses philosophical questions with Domenech, the manager, who likes to think of himself as a bit of an intellectual, though most French fans just think he's a complete wanker. I see a lot of French footie and when he's not berating the referee Boumsong's moaning at his team-mates to distract them from the howler he has just perpetated."
Which rather makes you wonder what he found to talk about with the likes of Souness, Bellamy, Bowyer, Bramble and Dyer. The search for truth and beauty inherent in the wearing of ten grand gold chains, the absurdity of life as seen from the windows of yellow Hummers, the aretaic turn and scrapping on the pitch...
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