With the news rolling in recently that Carlos Tevez has AGAIN announced that he wants to leave Man City, I felt compelled to have an indepth look into his profile as a player and why he is essentially the anti-matter to the type of player in the mould of a Lionel Messi or a Paul Scholes.
City fans themselves must be tired of this whole circus surrounding their talismanic captain wanting to go and then suddenly deciding that he wants to say when the Eastlands board offer him more money a sense that the club is going in the right direction; it’s something that was mildly shocking news when it first broke last summer, but the prolonged and drawn out series of events surrounding the whole saga has just left City fans bored and essentially unfussed about whether the diminutive Argentinian stays or goes.
Don’t get me wrong, I can acknowledge that Tevez is an exceptionally good player. His vision and ability to play the correct ball to his team mates is uncanny and his scoring rate is second to none. Despite this however, and this has been the same since he played over the other side of Manchester, his undoubted talent is matched by an incredibly irritating knack of whining and complaining when he has it better than most players in the league, if not world football.
I’ll be honest, if I was earning as much as Tevez (reportedly around and above the £250,000 a week mark) I would buy a whole flock of solid gold statues fashioned to look like Anne Hathaway to have sex with to keep me happy. Unfortunately I can’t do that, so I’ll have to continue as I am currently; criticising football with often aimless arguments.
The core of Tevez’ supposed depression is that he is too far away from his young daughters in Argentina; a perfectly viable excuse, god forbid if I had kids I’d be pretty pissed off if I was on the other side of the world from them, but again Tevez has the ability most torn away fathers don’t have to relocate his family to England in order to be closer to them.
Ah, another chink in my armor I hear you say, Tevez doesn’t like it over here in jolly old England. Well yes, but the only reason he doesn’t like it over here is because he has consistently refrained from learning the language. Now I’m sorry, but in my estimations if you cannot be bothered to learn the language of the country you’re living in, even if it’s just the absolute basics to get you by, you’re not going to go very far when it comes to job satisfaction.
Furthermore, Tevez is foolish enough to plaster himself all over Argentinean television proclaiming how much he hates Manchester (a city I live a mere 30 mins from and find to be a perfectly fine place) and how boring it is there (it really isn’t, I’ve lived in Liverpool for the last three years and Manchester is equally superb). When you’re willingly going on TV, a media outlet that can be reached by the entire world, and publicly slating the city you play in you’re going to piss off a lot of people, and make the fans who have stood by you for the last two years turn their backs without so much as a second thought.