Johno, I knew some fellas who were pure shite and had that attitude. I played with one centre forward who we actually called "To me feet." Funny thing was, he was brilliant in the air. He wasn't a very big fella, but he couldn't half leap. He could muscle big lump center halves out the way, and he was a great header of the ball, flick ons, deft little nods, fucking big humping head butts. He really was a brilliant header of a ball, but the daft bastard would fall over the white lines on the deck and still thought he was Maradona.
So, there's no sorting gobshites and idiots. But the problem is today, before they are out of the acadamies their wearing 50 grand watches and driving cars George Best couldn't have got a mortgage on. Fuck em. 20 grand cap on all wages. If they don't like it they could always get a proper job, on the building, driving a bus or... well, no. I wouldn't trust them with a shovel or a big machine. Buttering the bread for sarnies at Gregg's is probably beyond most of them.