Then you snap to. Awakened from the slumber of consent to Martin’s siren song. The memories start to flood back. Luis Suarez. Ezra Pound. Nasty anti-Semite. Phillip Larkin, poet and small minded bigot. Luis Suarez – born of mixed race parentage in a truly multi-cultural society, has a reputation for getting the odd booking for diving on footy pitches. Footballer who all know is not a racist, but was (flimsily) accused of committing a racist act. Also did a handball in the world cup.
The footballer bracketed with the closet neo-fascists then. Not exactly birds of a fricking feather. Luis Suarez, Ezra Pound and Phillip Larkin. Sad thing is though, Samuel has probably tapped into the perception that best fits the broad view of Luis Suarez – the nasty, cheating, racist ‘foreigner’. Samuel is actually championing Suarez, but within the ludicrously prejudiced context of Suarez as the devil incarnate. The irony meter is off the scale. Great job bringing philosophy and art to the Mail’s back pages, but no need to push metaphorical dog shite through Luis Suarez’s letterbox whilst doing it. It is shite that simply shouldn’t be sticking to Suarez with the tenacity the likes of Samuel are determined to make it do.
A really good rebuttal on that garbage piece that Martin Samuel wrote about how Suarez shouldnt win player of the year...