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This time last year I did 30 Days of Music which was lots of fun to do. Like all great social objects the music became an excuse for telling the kind of stories you couldn't find a space for without.
So I've decided to give 30 Days of Instagram a go. I'll blog 30 pictures over 30 days, taken using the wonderful Instagram app, each based around a particular moment. If a few more people jump on board we may get some interesting stories over the 30 days.
So to kick things off (quite literally) today's picture is a moment of madness from Tottenham's Peter Crouch. A mere 15 minutes into the game against Real Madrid, with his team already a goal behind, Peter for some reason decided to go in for 2 studs up tackles in the space of a few minute. Without hesitation 2 yellows and a red card were shown by the ref and Spurs' brilliant run in the Champions league was over. What was he thinking?
What is it about the beautiful game that switches off the part of the brain that deals with logic. This 'what were they thinking' moment comes 3 days after Rooney's angry outburst following his 3rd goal of a game; a moment that should have filled him with joy but has instead given him a 2 game ban. I'm incredibly focused and passionate about my job yet I'd struggle to think of a 'what was I thinking' moment I've had on the same scale. In the case of Rooney and Crouch I'm tempted to put it down to lack of brains to begin with.
Lack of intelligence is the last charge I'd aim at Cantona and Zidane, whose 'what were they thinking' moments would come top of my list if I was ever on one of those nasty TV list shows. I'd talk about how Cantona deserved medal not a ban for drop kicking a racist, and how Zidane's departure from football via a headbut in the World Cup Final was a piece of conceptual art from a man who had been painting masterpieces on the field throughout his career. If you are going to have a 'what was I thinking' moment then following in the footsteps of French footballers certainly beats the efforts of our English center forwards though somewhat depressingly brings me to the conclusion that we can't even beat the French at being rubbish.
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