Celebrations — not just an egregious though annoyingly addictive form of mini-confectionery, but the single hottest topic in sport.
Celebrations — not just an egregious though annoyingly addictive form of mini-confectionery, but the single hottest topic in sport. This journal’s team of volunteers stationed along the touchlines of the nation’s football pitches report with sadness that nowadays schoolkids would much rather practise their goal-scoring celebrations than, say, trying to win the ball, pass it or even dribble it. Or possibly score goals.
Hence the sight of youngsters rushing to the corner flag in the wider outposts of Hackney Marshes to practise rocking their babies, or breakdancing, or shushing opposing parents with a finger to the lips. Or standing arms outstretched, eyes shut, waiting to be anointed. Well, that’s really only OK if you’re Wayne Rooney and have just scored a goal of such synapse-stunning athleticism, skill, audacity and co-ordination that it will live in the memory until, well, until you do it again.
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