Alopecia is self-confident leadership
In 1966, English was the world champion.
In 2016, English is a joke.
I raise a cat on the table.
Or a fur coat. Hairs. Tupeen.
When England won the world championship, the #10 was Manchester United's star player Bobby Charlton, who had a brilliant porcelain. He has been described as the world famous baldy. Sorry Kekkonen, your baldy was only national level, or up to a series of global Province.
Alopecia is a self-confident leadership. Bald is a beacon to others. Such as even Risto Dufva.
Charlton scored 106 in 49 international matches for the goal.
Only one englishman has scored more.
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In France the English #10 played and captained the Manchester United star player Wayne Rooney, who has played 115 international matches scoring 53 times. In the end, those goals just did not have any use to England.
Rooney does not lead. He's not the type. I was convinced about this, when Rooney five years ago, had made himself a hair transfer of the London doctor on Harley Street. "I was getting bald at age 25," was the explanation. I and Sir Bobby Charlton laughed out loud. Rooney is a mouse, not a bunch of male testosterone dripping leader.
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European Championships are a great opportunity to check out men's hair fashion.
As, unfortunately, also skin and leather fashion. When the Slovak team listened to the national anthem, hands on each other's shoulders, the sight brought to mind a lizard display. On closer inspection, it was the tattoos. The needle was escaping like old drunken granny-time singer.
Teams have played in the national assemblies, even more interesting and less nationalism fueled by the teams would be formed with pure hair distribution.
Mohawks were playing ie. Radja Nainggolan, Marko Arnautovic and Marek Hamsik.
Skins would be an oversupply, particularly in the center of defense, with "sweeping" Pepe and Martin Skrtl. The team would have a strong Eastern European rattle like Vladimir Weiss and would be seen at the tip of the Italian Simone tap dance miracle "Tsa-tsa-tsaa" Zaza. That chachacha penalty was only the tip of the iceberg, a facetious peak, because I wonder if there has ever been such a penalty shootout? Better did not win, but the less poor team.
A relaxed and charismatic bearded would be playing Joe Ledley, Juan Fran, Sergio Ramos, Daniele de Rossi, Aron Gunnarsson ...
One of the team pooling of men whose bodily center of gravity is at the top of quantitatively (Marouane Fellaini, Alex Witsel) or visually (David Alaba, Ivan Perisic). And of course, this would include the usual men's team. It would be a lot of English and Swedish (not Zlatan).
That team would the regular hair wooden spoon.
What about the mullets?
They are waving these games. The time of Trifon Ivanov playing may never come back.
And yet...
The peculiar phenomenon it was. Condominium with young families organized a race auditorium France-Iceland game on, dressed in Icelandic wool shirts, even though it is summer, and drank Icelandic wine, which I did not know even existed. Narcissistic humourless person like C. Ronaldo just wont understand this.