Yet more anti-English prejudice
Michael Henderson, writing in the Telegraph last year:
The most familiar sound of a Sunday morning, it was once said, rather uncharitably, was that of Harold Hobson, the drama critic, barking up the wrong tree. Today any canine parallel would surely involve Yasmin Alibhai-Brown, identified quite correctly in Tom Utley's column last week as one of the major pests of our age.Indeed, and we’ve just heard it all again - from none other than Michael Henderson in the Observer last Sunday:
Shrill, humourless, basted in self-importance and yet utterly unaware of how others see her, this hectoring zealot was in mid-summer form yesterday. An England victory over Australia's cricketers, she droned, would represent a victory for the worst sort of nationalism. Oh dear, haven't we heard all this before?
Everywhere the flags of St George are flying, and that is not necessarily a bad thing. Patriotism is a noble quality, and ideally we should be proud of the sportsmen who play games in our name. But it is hard to muster much enthusiasm for the tribalism that football alone introduces into national life, a tribalism amplified by the bootlickers and cheerleaders of radio and television.Henderson was on the Today programme this morning, along with the BBC news room’s favourite socialist singer Billy Bragg. For once I was on the Bragg's side:
So, for me, it's Germany for the World Cup. They've won it three times, reached seven finals in all, and make the vainglorious English look third-rate. They also gave the world Bach, Beethoven and Wagner, which means rather more than any victory on the field of play. Don't disappoint this Englishman. Come on, you Hun!
“I think we need a little bit less self-loathing about being English and little bit more celebration about what we do when we do well. We invented football - it’s the second greatest thing we gave to the world after the English language.”We invented it, but we let oiks play it and that's what pretentious teddy bear huggers like Henderson can't abide. I hope it pisses with rain when he does Glynebourne, the twat.