It’s easy to be outraged by footballers cheating.
These days (thinks of that glorious Stewart Lee sketch and smiles to himself) the Outrage Buses tend to fill up in double quick time.
Social media has provided the lynch mob with a Yo Sushi! type conveyor belt of angst dishes.
Did Dele cheat?
Yes.
Are we owed a few?
Yes.
So case closed.
This doesn’t mean I want us to become known for this sort of thing, not at all. But my moral compass on ‘gamesmanship’ has taken a damn good kicking over the years.
Until technology makes cheating impossible, and thus provides a a truly level playing field, I won’t be demanding the Dele is ‘sent back to Milton Keynes where he came from!’ anytime soon.
