Gareth Bale is up for the world player of the year. If he beats off some weak opposition from  the likes of Lionel (who???) Messi, he will be proclaimed God. Master of the world. The most gifted Welshman since Harry Secombe, Gareth Edwards, Neil Kinnock. The best player since Pele, the most talented individual since that fat ugly Scottish bird won that useless pathetic tv talent contest.

Its not about money, its about prestige, its about proving your class and quality over a bunch of your peers. Or really, over a bunch of foreigners.
There are 5 Premiership players in the mix too. Oh, that’s good for England, for the state of the national game, for the World Cup, for us being the nation wot invented da game and all.
They are: Yaya Toure, Luis Suarez, Eden Hazard, Robin van Persie and Mesut Ozil.
Oh.
And that speaks volumes about our national game. A racially abused Ivorian, a cannibalistic Uruguayan, a child abusing, bullying Belgium, a Dutch rapist and an optically challenged Turkish German.
Greg Dyke will be thrilled that the only Brit in the mix now plays his game in Spain. As a part-timer. And everyone else is not eligible to play for this fine nation. Unless they change the rules. And make it compulsory for any player signing to any premiership club to immediately and permanently change their nationality to English. Not British, English. To avoid Ryan Giggs syndrome. So after agreeing terms but just before their medical all future transferees must be taught the national anthem, the words to Rule Briatannia and to drive on the left.
And what difference really? Ozil is about as German as Prince Harry. Yaya Toure hasn’t been back to Africa since his mother sold him to Madonna when he was 4.

As a true reflection of our multi-cultural land and mixed up world, nationality should be movable, transferable, saleable. It should be subject to corruption, bribery and whatever else it takes in modern football, as exemplified by the World Cup in Qatar.

Sir Yaya would agree.
Happy Tuesday from Budapest Airport
A xxxx