Moaning about bad players is as much a part of being a football fan as questioning the referee's eyesight or parentage, always has been. But a couple of posts in the thread show a more thoughtful appreciation of footballers, like the one about what a decent bloke Lee Bradbury is or Rae Ingram being easily the best player in the team the poster played played in as a kid. In fact most of the players mentioned here were probably miles better footballers than 90% of the posters on Bluemoon, me included. Reminds me of Nick Hornby in Fever Pitch talking about what he called the "Gus Caesar syndrome." Gus was a young talent at Arsenal, had been outstanding in his school XI, the Pele of the youth team, did well in the reserves, etc. - until his full league debut where he was like a deer in the headlights having at last reached his level of incompetence, showing that it's only the top one percent of the top one percent who truly make it. It's a bit like the young actress who dreams of a life on Broadway or in the movies and ends up having a walk-on part in a show in Blackpool. Must try to remember this the next time I yell abuse at Mahrez or mock Harry Maguire.
(OK, forget the last bit.)
Good post that mate, although it’s probably more like 99.9999% are better than the posters of Bluemoon (realise you likely just pulled that 90% out just to highlight the point).
Years ago I used to do some strength and fitness training for an ex-Pro, probably considered a bit of a ‘Journeyman’ really with Blackburn , Bolton, Burnley being amongst the clubs he’d played for.
He was around 76-78 at this point and still playing in an over 50’s league,now, I like to consider myself as a decent player in the past (probably not played a game in 20+years now though) but after we’d done his training we went for a bit of a kick about, just run, control, long passes over 25-30 metres etc, that type of thing, and I kid you not, every pass to me, I literally didn’t have to break stride once, it was just perfection, of course my passes to him were often 5 metres off, and yet, he killed it stone dead and made a perfect pass to me, naturally;-).
On another occasion we ended up playing 6 a side in a big sports hall with a load of young fit lads of decent Sunday league standard, you know what, he absolutely bossed the game, no headless chicken running etc, he just strolled through it like a Rolls Royce, it was incredible to watch.
I guess the point I’m trying to make here though, is that no professional player is shit, they’ll have a bad game sometimes, but they’re light years ahead of mates, people we know etc who we’d consider really really good players, except Simon Tracey, he really was fuckin shit !