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WARNING! This is a bit on the serious side.
Extra warning! The following article may contain language which you may find offensive if you are an idiot…
…or if you are obsessed by a politically correct, social, hypocritical, bureaucratic, commercial agenda which may get you elected to UEFA or any football management board or a job as a football writer for any highly marketable newspaper in the Western world.
It’s the Euro Champs Round Six next week but they’re nothing compared with the big football news right now…
What on earth for? The picture he posted on some twittering machine in England.
“Don’t be Racist! Be like Mario, he’s an Italian plumber, created by Japanese people, who speaks English and looks like a Mexican. He jumps like a black man and grabs coins like a Jew.”
Fifty years ago, the great Singaporean minister, thinker and prophet Rajaratnam, called for the need for the world to move out of tribalism and nationalism and enter the age of globalism.
If not, he said. We will enter a new dark age.
Mario Balotelli knows personally and precisely what Rajaratnam was talking about.
He was born in Whiteland from immigrants born in Blackland. He was raised by a Jewish foster mother and local foster father. After eighteen years waiting, he was finally conceded citizenship to his country of birth in Italy and dedicated his life and talents to that country.
The centre forward for Global United.
And he’s proved it with his performances for Italy and several top clubs.
Unfortunately, for the past week, he’s walked right into the dark age in all its darkest ignorance.
He’s been not just been headlined. He’s been vilified, insulted, humiliated, abused, warned, threatened, and lined up for lengthy suspension from work and salary cuts.
“A kid who hasn’t grown up!” says an anti-racism advisor, whatever that occupation entails.
Manchester Police are getting out the files on “Balotelli Talk”.
An Anti-Discrimation Group got together in a group and anti-discriminated to the BBC.
“Appalling!” the BBC agreed. “We are inclined to believe that viewer reaction surveys would definitely indicate overwhelming support for pro anti-discriminationism.”
A Jewish Leadership Council chief executive said Balotelli should face action. And not, presumably, the action Mario’s Jewish mother conducted when she wept in his arms after he had dedicated his goals that put Italy in the final of the Euro 2012 football champs to her,
“When he comes here, another spokesman reckons, “he should be more like Zola or Vialli.”
All in all, general opinion seems to suggest, he’s one of the worst ever foreigners to play in England, let alone Italians. Mourinho couldn’t deal with him. Nor could Mancini or Rodgers.
Not because, like anyone else, he finds a few problems from time to time, like the modern game requiring footballers to be pieces on a given manager’s chess board, or a taste for indulging in things that rich young sports people like indulging in. .. like bars and cars and lady friends.
It’s because he’s deemed a menace to management. A threat to sports bureaucracy. A worry to the sport’s commercial powers.
All in all, opinion goes, he’s one of the worst ever foreigners to play in England, let alone Italians.
Only Julius Caesar and Mussolini seem to have posed greater threats to the homeland.
Because he’s intelligent. He’s original. And he’s a good satirical thinker.
Maybe not yet in the George Orwell or Jonathan Swift class. Not quite Mark Twain. Still some way off Socrates. But getting there….all you illiterate, twittering FA clowns.
I’m back in my Form Two English class, some sixty years ago when English Language and Literature were still on the curriculum instead of “Advanced Political Correctness” and “Inarticulate Communication Studies.”
“Take this down,” my teacher would have ordered. “Balletolli’s poster is called ‘‘satire”. It speaks in a humorous way. But beneath the humour is a vicious truth that’s only the ignorant don’t understand.”
“It’s a brilliant attack on stereotyping people…the deadly enemy of globalism!”
“Pay attention! And copy it out.”
And I would have done exactly that. I would have remembered being an immigrant everywhere:
“Taffee the Welsh Boy…. Taffee the thief”.
The State School “oik” at Varsity. The “Rosbif” wandering Paris .
The “Mad Mzungu” in Africa. The “Pommie Bastard” in Godzone Land.
The “Papa’a Prick” in the land I call home. The “Orang Puteh” in Rimba!
I’d have blessed the Rajahratnam vision and recited the verse of Balotelli. I’m none of those things and I’m all of those things.
And where do you actually come from, mate?