Georginio Rutter and the peak of the Brighton model
Things may not actually be that bad. But they're bad enough to have me thinking about Peter Ridsdale, Professor McKenzie, Ken Bates and the parallels. So that is bad enough.
Things may not actually be that bad. But they're bad enough to have me thinking about Peter Ridsdale, Professor McKenzie, Ken Bates and the parallels. So that is bad enough.
Right now Elland Road is an invitation to limbo, and not the cool fun kind where you dance under a pole; the rubbish kind, where you go to a game but nothing that you see is actually what is going on.
What makes Rutter a brilliant player is the speed with which his body expresses his intelligence. To watch a player processing and executing this way is like watching someone inventing a calculator.
What seems to be important to Georgi is the act of creativity for its own sake, of seizing the chance to do something he's always wanted to do, now that he has the chance to — not for the status but for the feeling.
Maybe I’ve had enough of angry people in brightly coloured polyester tops with their favourite player’s name printed on the back telling me that football is serious stuff and I should grow up and suffer with them.