Milan Jovanovic To Leave Liverpool?

2.10.10

Milan Jovanovic To Leave Liverpool?

Milan Jovanovic, Liverpool's free summer signing from Belgian outfit Standard Liege, has declared he is possibly on the lookout for a new club after only two months into the new season.

Speaking to The Sun about his lack of regular games under Roy Hodgson, Jovanovic believes he is being left out of matches despite the fact he is fit and in good form.

I am starting to find the time dragging on.

I'm a fighter but if things do not sort themselves out I will change club - even though it is too soon to think about it yet.

I'm on form, I'm working hard and I have started eight competitive games.

But I've not been in the starting XI for the last few matches - and I've not even come on as a sub.

I have to adapt to a new system over here. I have to defend all the time.

Just three or four teams in the Premier league play attractive football. The others set great store by commitment, discipline and defending.

I miss Standard and the city of Liege.

This is exactly the side of football that I despise, almost as much as I despise Cheryl Cole's face. (Note: It's not that she's ugly, it's just that whenever I see her I want to enquire about when she's next racing at Newmarket).

It is common knowledge now that football has moved away from being a sport aimed at team-work and passion to one of a money conveyor belt. This whole "I won't get out of bed for less than £40,000 a week" attitude is starting to grate more than the foot file I've been leaving to rust for weeks now. Many people are struggling with minimum wage jobs, trying their hardest to bring in as much as they can simply to eat, have electricity... or even a house to have food and electricity in the first place!

Yet here we are, watching behemoths of the game knock around a pvc ball on money that could buy Albania (I hear it's up for sale as all the Albanians are in East Anglia). Shocking really considering the money they get compared to doctors, surgeons, the prime minister... perhaps even God... who knows...

So here we have a player just moved to Liverpool on a contract that would make the average person masturbate furiously into a scouring pad for that opportunity, and yet he is whining because he hasn't played 90 minutes for a little while now in a club which had undergone management change. The funny thing about footballing contracts is that regardless of whether you're running about on the pitch like a gay man on a cock hunt for 90 minutes or sitting on the bench like that wino in the park you will still receive your something-thousand a week cheque.

Besides, what's there to miss about Belgium apart from Poirot?

Some will say that this proves that money is no object to these people as they are more interested in playing and earning their cheque rather than keeping the seat warm for someone else. To this I say bollocks. Bit fat hairy sweaty bollocks covered in cheese, lard and pus. If this was the case then where do the likes of Gareth Barry come into it? And what about James Milner? Both are examples of players who were offered contracts by either their current club or another one interested in signing them, only to ignore both and hop straight to the substitutes bench for the team that offered them the equivalent of what I'd receive to put Katie Price in a wheelie bin.

Anyways, what are these players doing sitting on the bench? Shouldn't they be cheating on their wives/girlfriends/leeches by banging some 19 year old prostitute?

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