Imagine another job where you could contribute literally nothing at all for 2 years, fire off social media posts brazenly laughing at your employer and colleagues suffering crushing losses simply because you’re (temporarily as it turns out) away from the place and acting in the mistaken belief that you won’t be going back, only to then have to return with your tail between your legs, whereupon you continue contributing the grand sum of fuck all, before then thinking you’re somehow the best person to come over all ‘outraged spokesman’ because a few frustrated gobshites called you a ‘bellend’ as you sauntered past them on a train station platform on your way to first class.
“Imagine another job where it’s normalised…”? There are coppers who were having their cars set on fire and gangs of fat brick-chucking ogres bellowing in their face a couple of weeks back. Most of the staff working at the train station where he suffered his ‘ordeal’ will probably face more abuse from ‘the great British public’ on a daily basis than Maupay will have to put up with in his entire life.
“Hanging around a train station”? They’re not camped out there with nerdy notepads jotting down which carriages are nice and clean and which contain several jizz covered seats, Neal. They’re not there because they’ve nothing better to do, are they?
They’re waiting to get the train home, after, yet again, setting off early morning and spaffing several hundred quid to sit through another turgid, spineless capitulation seemingly devoid of any semblance of heart and fight. That certainly doesn’t give them the right to abuse or berate, but it does serve to feed the sheer sense of frustration and exasperation they feel toward a squad of players who, time and again, appear utterly apathetic at getting their arses handed to them week after week.
Let’s not make out it’s hell for these players representing Everton, or that they ran something akin to a gauntlet of hate. It was a handful of nobheads (that appeared to be fronted by that particularly angry elf who once pegged it across a table to whack Will Ferrell). Not nice, no, but certainly not ‘normalised’ or representative of the wider Everton fan base, which is how this is already being painted.
Players should be hurting at the poor results, not the profanity-filled reception they received from a few pissed-off ‘fans’, who’ve had nothing but crumbs to placate them while the club has lurched from crisis to crisis, on the field and off.
If any of them want to prove a point, or show they’ve been misjudged/targeted unfairly, then they’d be better served doing their talking on the pitch and trying to turn things round, rather than having a retaliatory pop back at some slack-jawed hoopleheads in a self-pitying social media post that makes no attempt whatsoever to distinguish between a minuscule dickhead minority and the many, many thousands of decent Evertonians who follow this team all over the country, through thick and thin, and receive absolutely nothing back in return.