Remember Kurt Zouma? Remember what he did? The British public certainly do and, given that heβs now being prosecuted AND he had the ignominy of an own goal against Spurs a few weeks ago, it seems that Lady Karma is doing her thing.
However, we certainly werenβt about to pass up an opportunity when West Ham came to play Brentford on Sunday. Now, Iβm not one of those who shouts abuse at sportspeople, no matter what theyβve done. Instead, I decided to take a leaf from the Catorzian Playbook of Unsettling Behaviour and just creepy-stare, with the help of one of these:
These items, unbelievably, are not props from The Purge but part of a kidsβ party pack of a dozen animal masks, of which seven are cats (and one is a fox but looks sufficiently cat-like from a distance). There isnβt a fully black cat, as you can see, which upset Cat Daddy far more than he will ever admit, so he picked one of the tuxedo cats, which were plain black on the reverse, and wore it inside out.
I bought two sets of masks and handed them to anyone who would agree to wear them. However, it seems we neednβt have bothered, because the rowdy blokes in the West Stand were on it. Not only did they boo every time the ball went to Zouma, but they blasted him with two new, never-heard-before chants. The first was βR, S, P-C-A, R-S-P-C-A!β to the tune of Oops Upside Your Head (aka Louis Catorzeβs Chubbing Up Song). And, when Zouma hobbled off, injured, after twenty-nine minutes, he was hailed with a chorus of βPut him down, put him down, put him down!β to the tune of Stars and Stripes Forever.
I would never wish an injury on anyone, not even Zouma. But there was something about it that felt like a karmic coup de foudre.
At the start of the game, one of the blokes who sits in front of us asked me for my score prediction, and I said, β2-1 to Brentford, with Zouma being sent off.β And thatβs so eerily close to what ended up happening that I canβt help wondering whether The Mothership had anything to do with it.
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