Take the wild scenes that greeted Tiger Woods’ first tournament victory in two years. Why?
The bloke has an ego the size of David Luiz’s hair (massive), is moody and arrogant, rarely acknowledges the spectators who pay huge amounts to go and watch him, and had – as you may recall– extra-marital affairs with around 978 women.
OK, that’s an exaggeration but I still can’t understand why so many people at the Chevron World Challenge last weekend seemed so delighted when he won. Polite applause, fine, but please don’t act as if you actually like the guy.
Same goes for the Chelsea fans who chanted John Terry’s name so vigorously after the Wayne Bridge story broke nd then again after England’s captain was accused of directing a racist comment at Anton Ferdinand.
Manchester City supporters might have lost patience with Carlos Tevez now, but support for him remained high in the days after the infamous sub row in Munich. Why?
The way he acted was a disgrace for a man paid so handsomely to represent his football club in any way the manager sees fit.
United fans still love Ryan Giggs, regardless of all the reports about his off-the-pitch activities.
Why are we so blinkered when it comes to sporting figures? It doesn’t seem to matter if someone is a racist (allegedly), a serial womaniser or just a plain idiot. As long as they score a goal, sink a putt or do whatever they are paid to do (or sometimes even not in Tevez’s case), then everything is fine and dandy.
I suppose it is the same for anyone to a degree. If a journalist, for example, lives his life in a less than saintly manner, it won’t really matter as long as he writes good stories to the deadline he is set.
But the difference is that he won’t be idolised by anyone. In sport, you can act badly and still be treated like a god.
Maybe if we applied the same moral standards to them as we do to the rest of society, and realised that having a sporting skill doesn’t excuse you from acting like a decent human being, they would start behaving a damned sight better.