It's nice to draw some parallels and begin things with a new life.
As my blog is born, so too is Benjamin Aguero Maradona, the tiny sprog of Football Manager wonderkid™ Sergio Aguero and Giannina Maradona, daughter of the relatively famous Footballer, drug-lord and all-round nice guy, Diego Maradona.
I'm left to wonder for how long the analogy, already tedious, will continue to breed.
In two years time, when the Spr(bl)og begins to utter his first meaningful noises, after endless months of self-obsessed drivel and cack pouring from both ends, will those close to the creature begin to see a semblance of genius?
Doubtless the pressure would be incessant, but the beast will go from strength to strength, resisting the allure of fame-hungry hussies, dedicated to his craft like a Vicar's son in a font, his only focus the joy he will exact to millions. Those hands, those feet, that brain, rousing the workers, eclipsing his father's legacy, starting wars and finishing them.
If he works hard, Ben could make it too.
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- philmoomp
- Yeah, that's Morrissey next to me. You can't see his body 'cos he's currently 'throwing his arms around Paris'
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