Hands Up Who’s Sick Of Hearing About Wayne Rooney’s Scan

My hand goes up immediately. I understand the England team’s dilemma over the fitness of one of their truly world class players. I can understand Wayne Rooney’s own preoccupation with his injury as no player would want to miss out on the biggest tournament of their career because of an injury. What I’m really sick of is the English press and media who feel the need to pollute the rest of us with the latest update every few minutes for the last week when there was quite obviously nothing else newsworthy to occupy their attention.

You can picture the scene at the editors meeting at some of the tabloid newspapers:

Big Brother is boring and the housemates are a pack of posers and attention seekers. No sh1t Sherlock. Next piece of news please. Paul McCartney’s ex-wife Lady Heather Mills-McCartney once posed for some dodgy pictures in a German sex book. Boring, so what. John Prescott is a pompous workshy idiot. Tell me something I don’t know. I hear Wayne Rooney might have trotted quickly to the shop for a packet of crisps last night. Let’s run with that – “Rooney’s Mad Dash Could Scupper World Cup”. Oh, I like that. Time for the pub lads.

The quicker the Whalley Range clinic in Manchester get these results out then the quicker we can all get over metatarsals and start focusing on the actual business of football.

Roll on Friday.