This isn’t my first Gerald Ratner moment and won’t be my last because football fans are just people and people are predominantly dumb beasts.
I waste hour upon hour of my life on here fending off fevered maniacs who need comforting that they haven’t backed the wrong horse, no matter how many jumps their nag walks through, no matter how many times it falls over.
Toby Alderweireld doesn’t travel and some of you are so desperately quick to cling to a passing conspiracy, you’ve given yourself whiplash.
Here’s what Toby said before the Newport game:
“It was a proper hamstring injury and the risk of re-tearing it was very big, that’s why we had to take our time and work very hard to get the muscles to be ready for this kind of game, and to play a lot of games again,” he said.
“It was a difficult period for me but on the other hand it was three months. In a football career that’s not that long. I’m 28 and I’m happy that I never head a knee injury or something a lot worse.
“Of course three months is difficult but it could have been even longer. We worked hard to be very clever, doing the right things. We didn’t start training too early.
“It was unfortunate because there was a pull in the tendon as well, it just took time. That was a goal in my head – to come back as quickly as possible and strong again. It was a difficult period mentally but if you have a goal in your head that’s what you work for every day.”
Could it possibly be that the answer staring you in the face is frequently the right one, that there’s a reason it’s staring you in the face?
You people latch onto something and no matter how half cocked it is, you’re prepared to defend it to your death, despite all reason.
Yedlin, N’Jie and No’Cluedo all failed to get played because they were complete rubbish as is Marcus Edwards who can’t even pass muster at Norwich City. But you loons harped on and on, despite a wholesale absence of understanding.
Toby has just experienced an injury that was evidently complex and troublesome. Yet caution exercised by our staff is enough to convince you he’s actually round Danny Rose’s eating doughnuts and throwing darts at a photo of Poch.