Tuesday, April 30, 2013

The Plight of Peter Odemwingie

Adrian Chiles's twat of the year will no doubt be leaving the hallowed, perfectly sized, Hawthornes this summer and going under the kind of raincloud normally reserved for Joey"i can google shakespeare quotes" Barton or Robin "can i win something please ffs" Van Persie but i'd like to ask the question:

"Is he a massive bellend... or an Albion hero?"

What the shizzle went wrong? Oh Pete where to start. Beware geeky references start here:
ok imagine you're Batman, you come out of nowhere, you own the place for a year even when doing wrong you can do no wrong you save gotham and everyone loves you, ok with me so far?
Now imagine Superman turns up, he's bloody hard working,sounds a bit like a pikey, doesnt take risks, that's right Its Shane Long, and helps you do it all over again!
Now imagine the rest of the justice league turns up and your not needed so much, it doesnt take everyone to save the world every week and after finding yourself running around (on the wing) not feeling the love you turn around and realise you're suddenly third choice not Batman, not Superman, probably wonder woman or Green Lantern, certainly not a Aquaman or Hawkman, (like poor Marcus Rosenberg) but no longer number one ok now do something bloody stupid like maybe....tell the world your sick of saving it!
Silly Pete listened to tweeted bile and didnt learn Frank Skinner's number one rule "never google yourself". At a turning point age when the final big contract is the be all and end all for most mid level footballers he found himself not starting games and out of position with another mouth to feed (no, not feed caviar and Dolce and Gabbana, dont be cynical) and sadly told us all about it! What we'll never know is the ammount agents and asshole cockney chancers played in this situation, is twitter the new easy access "moving closer to my dad" style cheeky move to force a transfer?
And to finish him in the eyes of many albion faithful his embarrassing mistaken dogging directions to a QPR car park was the last straw, Jezza Peace dont stand for that and the bench beckoned and twitter called him names again and he tweeted more and blah blah blah.....

You know all this anyway, its why most of us now see him as an irritating by product of success or a little stuck up rich kid and so why do i think you should see him as an albion hero?

This is a player we took to our hearts from the first game and quickly proved himself to be the Striker that every club needs to cement Premiership survival, a regular 10-15 goal a season man who lifts his team mates and the crowd, who runs into blind alleys and shoots from silly angles but that all supporters know when he does something a bit naff its all in the best possible intention. Even in Pete's first season he frustrated many supporters but his end product of 15 goals that season made him our highest Prem goal scorer a feat only the Fridge from Stamford Bridge can better this season, a player may i add who is a 20 million quid unrealistic signing for Tottenham, Everton or Liverpool nevermind our beloved blue and white wizards! Surely this is enough to cement an Albion hero!
Ok not enough how's about the fact 8 of these were in local derbies, he took on Super Kev's mantle and became our new dingle slayer 4 goals last season even scoring a hat trick at the custard bowl but of course i think you know that too, and even the 5 goals he scored this season included a Vile silencer at the Hawthornes, a personal favourite of mine.
I know its hard to see footballers as people who have a career and can make calculated money oriented moves and decisions but we now live in a world where Sneider joined Galatasaray as his highest bidder and Eto and half of Brazil's current crop play in Russian backwaters for clubs who conveniently play Champions league games in the capital miles from their home grounds.

I think my point is simple lets remember our Peter Odemwingie on the pitch, not the twittersphere or the car park, the tall, skinny guy with the bright hair who had the balls to run at everyone, the Vile silencer who shoots when no one else is, and gives a cheeky smile holding his match ball belly on a sunlit day in a quickly emptying tatty orange and black stadium in darkest Wolverhampton.

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