To boo or not to boo. Pete Sixsmith climbs on to his Soapbox to explain why feelings may be running a little high when Mr Bent takes the field, and why he probably won’t join in any barracking …
Do we boo him or not? It’s a question that has exercised some of the finest minds of this generation – Sobs, Peter Horan, Joan Dawson, M Salut, Russell Henderson, all of them the equivalent of Bertrand Russell, Freddie Ayer and Aristotle (who was a bugger for the bottle, I believe).
In a perfect world, we should give Bent a round of applause for the positive memories he left us with and then Wes Brown should proceed to tie him up and put him in his pocket until 4.50, whereupon we can make it clear what a poor move he made. And in a perfect world there would be no Simon Cowell, no George Osborne and no John Terry; so let’s think again.
He will get an enormous amount of stick from some (most) supporters. That is to be expected. He told us that he loved us, kissed our badge and basked in the glory and adulation that we showered on him.
But once Inch High Private Eye (aka Capello) told him that playing with Ghanaians, Scots and Lee Cattermole would not advance his international career, off he went – to Aston bloody Villa!!!!
Had he moved to Liverpool, Chelsea or someone near the top end, it would have hurt, but nowhere hear as badly. But to go to a club that had appointed a French manager, was struggling at the bottom end of the table and who had some of the whingeiest fans this side of the Pecos, was unforgivable.
He has spent this week trying to worm his way round Sunderland fans and saying that he had to do it for his international future. He has said how much he enjoyed the aforementioned adulation after a miserable spell at Spurs, where the manager laughed at him and the owner refused to sell him for less than what they considered the right fee.
How much better it would have been if he had said nothing and accepted that he was going to be reviled by 35,000 people. A real man would have said nowt and got on with what he was paid to do and not tried to grease up to those who once loved him but who now despise him for embodying much that is wrong in the modern game.
What will I do? I probably won’t boo him – too old and too far away from him , but I hope to be able to laugh at him as he falls on his backside in the penalty box and misses an absolute sitter in tha last minute with Sunderland 3-0 up.
I want to see him reduced to the anonymous figure that he can be, and now that those players that the wretchedly overpaid Capello suggested he played with have sloped off to Old Trafford and Anfield, it would be grand to see him on his own with no service while Nicolas Bendtner and Connor Wickham send the crowd into raptures.
Should that happen, M. Salut may be the next recipient of a piece of Sixsmith lip-smacking!!!