Bring Me the Head of Christiano Ronaldo

So the emissary of Hell and all that is unholy won FIFA’s player of the year.  Yeah ok, good one.  He also survived a car crash.  Sure why not.  In other words the universe is telling me I can’t even buy one in this day and age.  Yes he is a great player with skills probably not seen since Cruyff or Curly Howard.  His first touch is sublime, his runs possess all the urgency of a panzer division on the first of September,  and has a cannon shot from pretty much anywhere near someone wearing gloves.  He can be fluid in attack, with a singularity of purpose very similar to Zidane (yes I said it and I stand by it).  So why do I hate him so?  Can it be the colors he wears?  No for I still hold Cantona in high esteem.  Is it the smugness?  Hell I was raised in the US, I’ve known nothing but smug athletes.  Is it the unflinching desire to succede without regard to the tenets of decency as evidenced by his treatment of Rooney at the World Cup?  Hardly, I was raised by immigrant Koreans, success and decency are mutually exclusive concepts.  So why the contempt, the abject loathing of this refuse from the bowels of humanity?  And I’m not alone in this.  On Fox’s Phone In show of January 12th the phone in poll was Ronaldo, love him or hate him.  A number of haters turned out to be Man U fans.  So this visceral antagonism isn’t reserved to just Liverpool fans.  In short with any great sport there must be villians.  And the great villians, the ones that stand out and polorizes the entire audience are excactly the Christiano Ronaldos of the world.  He is sadly and triumphantly our Iago, not an anti-hero, but our Iago.  Without him who do despise and admire all at once. 

And for the record, Fernando Torres is Waaaayyyyyyyyyyyy hotter than CR.  Take that Daniel.