By torturing his cat, the French international footballer went from hero to executioner.
Let’s admit that cats often take on annoying airs of majesties in exile. As a family, they make it a point of honor not to participate in any activity. They have no sense of the rules of life in society. With that, in the living room, they still demand the best place from which to observe us in silence with a heartbroken air. Our restlessness always seems to bother them. They seem to be torn from dreams before the passage of men. Yet they fascinate. Their silence has the charm of flowers. Nobody thinks that they abuse their grace, gentleness, indifference and carelessness. Nobody except, last week, Kurt Zouma, a professional football player who beat his own and found it amusing to upload the video of his return to the Stone Age.
Zouma is no stranger. 1.90 meters, 90 kilos, he is an effective defender. He is sometimes compared to Marcel Desailly, an absolute reference and the friendliest smile in the history of the Blues. Called up 17 times by the France under-17 team, Zouma has also joined Didier Deschamps’ team 11 times. He even scored a goal – against Andorra, which somewhat puts the feat into perspective.
Adidas withdrew his sponsorship, Didier Deschamps withheld two weeks’ salary: 300,000 euros
Today, he plays for West Ham, a historic club in the suburbs of London, a perpetual rival of Chelsea and Tottenham. Since time, we regularly see that the leaders are subject to the intoxication of the peaks and we expect everything from the stars of football. Nothing surprising: in general, a symphony of cheers accompanies each of their kicks. There, that said, Zouma frankly exceeded the prescribed dose. I don’t know if he set fire to the field, but he set it to the plain. One wonders what possessed him to exhibit his brutality as if he were boasting of his umpteenth Rolex. A dirty smell of wickedness will cling to him, tenacious like the smell of a cold cigar. At 27, the kid could well discover that you reach notoriety by the staircase and that you come back down by the window. At these altitudes, glory is fragile like a soap bubble and the future quickly slips through your fingers. It would take the agility of a little cat to go from being a hero to being an executioner and getting back on your feet. Not sure he has it. The financial punishments are faster than the legal ones: Adidas withdrew his sponsorship, Didier Deschamps fell from the clouds and his club withheld two weeks of salary from him. I did say two weeks: 300,000 euros! Roughly speaking, he earns in eight days what an average employee earns in four or five years. We understand that it undulates a little from the roof.
He is not the only one. These football divas look alike like sugar cubes. All display the same panoply: blonde bimbos on their arms, big cars in the garage, golden scrap metal on their necks, tattoos, kéké outfits, headphones on their ears, braided, highlighted, gelled, peroxidized hairstyles… When they arrive at the stadium, it looks like they all come out of a brunch at Kim Kardashian. Let’s not talk about the mania of constantly spitting on the pitch. Or their text messages that smell of illiteracy. If they take themselves for hipsters in the vibe, they especially have the dress code of brainless new rich 2.0. Attention: next to them, we lead lives in dribs and drabs, but I don’t think you should put a comma after the first digit of the IQ of all football players. I would have liked our marshals of the 20th century to have on the pitch the vista of numbers 10 like Platini or Zidane. I am under the spell of the poetic flights of Cantona. No question of discussing the intelligence of Mbappé. Even Ibrahimovic’s antics excited me. And, at the Rabine stadium, with the VOC (Vannes Olympique Club), I was the first to scream when Sammaritano, our Ronaldo, approached the opposing cages.
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A few clouds are not enough to erase the sun, and I will continue to get carried away for the Blues, but I wonder if, on planet football, the madmen have not taken control of the asylum. In today’s society, you don’t need to watch the weather to know where the wind is blowing from. Torturing a cat, being filmed by his brother and bragging about it! What did he believe, Zouma? We were going to laugh. Someone should explain to him that before, it was unthinkable. That afterwards, it is inexplicable. And that before and after, it’s inexcusable.
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