Saturday, September 11, 2010

" NO WOMAN , NO KAI "

Had the circumstances been different Wayne Rooney could have been wearing the blue shirt of Everton rather than playing golf at England's team hotel when he took a call on the 9th fairway last Saturday to inform him what the News of the World and the Sunday Mirror were going to print the following day.

It has not been reported until now but a few weeks ago, when everything seemed so much more innocent, Rooney agreed to play for an Everton XI in Jamie Carragher's testimonial at Anfield and take some of the flak off Michael Owen, representing the home side. David Moyes, the Everton manager, had written to his former player, and the response was favourable: Rooney wanted that buzz again of wearing the shirt, representing the club where he spent his football education.

Football fans can be brutal when it comes to trying to break a man's will and "No woman, no Kai", a variation of the old Bob Marley song, is one of the numbers Everton's fans have prepared for Rooney – for those people not acquainted with Hello! photoshoots, Kai being his baby son .

So , will Rooney play today ? ....... One theory is that Rooney may be left out, for his own sake – but that goes against the competitive instincts of both manager and player. Plus Ferguson has had plenty of experience dealing with player kiss-and-tells – and one, indeed, in 1987 involving himself and a waitress named Deirdre McHardy (strongly denied) – and operates by the general policy that what he says in private is not a matter for public consumption.

UPDATE [SUN 12 SEP]

EVERTON 3 - MANCHESTER UNITED 3

1 comment:

activistdad said...

I went out with Deirdre McHardy in 1988, when she was working as a waitress/barmaid in the Kylesku Hotel in North West Sutherland and I was on a student placement on a fish farm. She had gone there to 'escape' the press publicity. Incidentally, two of my friends at the time and myself spent an evening in a chalet in Kylesku with John Martin and his wife Annie. Anyway, the relationship, with Deirdre, developed and when my placement finished we moved into a flat in Edinburgh with my good friend Frank. Deirdre was a very lovely person but lived in a bit of a fantasy world, although the affair with A... F....... had left her a bit prone to escapism, perhaps. Our relationship ended when I stupidly looked at her passport and saw that she'd lied about her age. She had obviously read me well because I could not cope with the lie but worse was the fact that she was older than me - I was 25. Wish I'd been more cool... True story - tweet me @activistdad