Kevin Nolan is already the talk (snickering talk, but he’ll take
whatever comes) of the footballing community with his staggeringly
insipid columns for Aunt Beeb. But his most recent needs an award for
the “Most Boring Depiction of A Decadent Footballer’s Holiday” category:
After training every day we had to spend 15 minutes in the sea as part of our warm-down.
Needless to say, lots of the players start splashing each other.
The other day I jumped on Ricardo Gardner’s back and dunked him.
He emerged from the water in something of a panic, wagging his finger in my direction.
Few in this world could pull off dull and gay in the same tone, but Nolan has managed it. Here in dinky Singapore, we salute ye.