Karl Henry: Disgrace To The Shirt
The only joy I took from today was Trevor Francis mumbling about Karl Henry, formerly known as Captain Stupid, would be suspended for three games. I hope the fool never dons the shirt again.
The bloke is a self gratifying, self styled bad boy and in the words of Joey Barton a Sunday League player.
I know where to end, but where to begin?
Okay, I shall put it on the line that during our Championship days I thought Kelvin was integral to our success. He got stuck in, could hold the ball and lo and behold find players who could actually go and do something with it. The bloke has been out of his depth since we entered the Premier League and in book book has taken one step after another in the same direction of his passing- backwards.
Today's red card would suggest his mind of cut from such similar cloth.
In the midst of a derby, with things even and tied up, the fool decides to rake his studs up someones chest when we have just won a free kick and their player is already on the floor. For me this just about sums this character up.
He has adopted the bad boy tag parts of the media cast him with and ran with it. He smacks of arrogance, and all this from one of the most miserable midfielders to grace Premiership turf. How many managers would continue to pick a midfielder who has managed one goal in 127 games or whatever the stat is?
As captain, in our hour of greatest need, against Blackburn on the last day of the season, already on a booking and with our side crumbling, 3-0 down I think, he decided to slap a player in the face and by some miracle remained on the pitch.
He is a creation of not only his own mind however. When you master the art of passing the ball sideways and backwards, put your side against the wall on now countless occasions due to your own stupidity and label manufacturing, why change when you have a manager who names YOU PLUS TEN when it comes to picking a team.
I could pick a hundred people of the top of my head who I would rather see in the team than this idiot; my nephew for one who is five years old- he might not be a great footballer yet but he knows how to run forward with a ball and has a tidy shot on him.
As for his 'combative' nature I could pick ten thugs off the Brooklyn street that could do the same. This overpaid ponce would not last five minutes if he brought that attitude to the streets here, or even the local pub back home. He would gain a rightful slap for his idiotic misplaced arrogance.
To act in such a manner on the field and then turn your back on your manager, team, and supporters by walking down the tunnel- he should never wear the shirt again. I am sick and tired of this dire excuse for a footballer wearing our beloved shirt and sick and tired of the idiot who picks him week in week out. I have no idea who would replace McClown but whoever it is will surely arrest this sorry spectacle of disturbed development that is Karl Henry and his misaplced bad boy ego. If Mick was as honest as he likes to present himself he would do the right thing and resign.