Sad state of affairs
DON’T know about you, but I am a bit over the Benji Marshall affair.
If Marshall is to be believed – and at this point nobody has come up with any reason not to believe him – he’s been hung out to dry because he whacked a smart arse in the mouth.
Perhaps it wasn’t the brightest decision to be in Maccas in Sydney’s George Street in the early hours of the morning. But there’s nothing in his contract which says he can’t get the munchies when most sensible people are tucked up in their beds.
And dubious decisions are not hanging offences. If Marshall’s socalled victim copped a smack because he tipped a bucket of abuse on the player, he justly deserved it.
What was Marshall supposed to do? Run out of the restaurant to hug a tree and kiss a bunny to alleviate his frustration?
The Face of League has been charged because the laws of the land demand he be charged. We have reached a point where the shrinks and doey-do-gooders have taken a mortgage on common sense and, along with many others, I have had a gutful of it.
What they have achieved is to declare an open season on every sporting personality in the land. Ask a few of them and they’ll tell you the same thing. They’ll tell you that no matter where they go, there will always be big-mouthed morons who believe they can say what they like and get away with it because the law allows them to.
We’ve reached the bottom of the pit if society denies a man the right to defend his dignity and his pride ... and then extends a hand of comfort and condolence to a ratbag who deserves nothing better than a kick in the butt. IF you think you’ve heard the last of the NRL betting scandal until Ryan Tandy and Sam Ayoub appear in court next month to defend the charges against them, think again.
Word on the streets is that the investigation is far from over and a few more identities can expect to GIVE HIM A BREAK: Benji Marshall fronts the media at the Tigers bunker this
week to read a prepared statement declaring his innocence to be asked to accompany police to the station ‘‘ to help with enquiries’’.
Be brave chaps ... if you’ve got nothing to hide, you’ve got nothing to fear. YOU’VE got to hand it to Football Federation Australia. They’re all class.
When the heavies arrived in Townsville to execute the Fury, catching a cab to the scaffold was not on the agenda for crowd favour- ite Ben Buckley and his henchman.
Only the best was good enough for them and they were deposited on the doorstep by limo complete with uniformed chauffer.
Nice touch considering they were putting a lot people, and their families, into the Centrelink queue. Hope you sleep well gentlemen. ON the same subject, the remaining Fury players and execs held a bit of a wake to say goodbye to each other and their jobs.
Prominent centrepiece was a large cartoon ( yes, he is a bit of a joke) of Buckley dressed as the Grim Reaper complete with a scythe over his shoulder and a coffin draped with the Fury colours in the background.
How comforting it must be for him to know he’s so well-loved and respected in our community. OPINION is divided on whether there’s any place for the so-called ‘‘ minnows’’ at the Cricket World Cup.
But, no matter where your sentiments lie, it is hard not to feel for a team like Kenya.
First up, they’re on a hiding to nothing every time they take the field. Worse still, they’re copping a hiding for 365 days a year when they’re at home.
In a story today the doyen of the Kenyan team Steve Tikolo has revealed he’s on a contract which nets him $ 1000 a month. He’s got to feed his wife and three children on that as well as look after his travel, clothing and kit. Some of his teammates are even worse off. They get by on $ 400 a month.
That’s pretty hard to swallow when you consider some of the Aussie players in the IPL Twenty20 comp are picking up six-figure sums for a few weeks’ work while members of the national team earn more than Tikolo’s monthly pay packet every time they walk on to the field. And that’s on top of their substantial contracts.
Instead of giving the ‘‘ little guys’’ a bucketing and suggesting there’s no place for them in the comp, perhaps cri cket’s s hiny bums should defuse the debate and point some of the cash they rake in every year at the smaller teams.
Perhaps a second tier comp and cash subsidies which are honestly d i s t r i b ut e d a nd not d e l i v e r e d straight into the pockets of shady third world crooks posing as administrators, would go a long way to righting the wrong.
Not that it’ll ever happen!