The Two Ronnies

It’s a tale of Two Ronnies at the moment and for a change we’re spared further comment on ‘modern slave’ Cristiano and his ongoing come hither Real saga and can instead concern ourselves with the strange case of Manchester City and the Brazilian ace who never was.

Now ‘nuff respect to Man City and all that and new manager Mark ‘Sparky’ Hughes, but as we predicted way back when, it was like (and due respect to senor Fabio here too) England winning the World Cup again in our lifetime - never really likely to happen was it?

The nightspots of cold rainy Manc or the fleshpots of Milano... not too much of a tough choice for ex-golden boy Ronny either?

Of course it would have been great to see Ronny grace the Premier League, but the old Ronny, before the nightclubbing, the timber accumulation and when ‘Ronaldhino is in the gym’ actually meant he was, rather being than a metaphor for skiving training ...again.

Barca apparently aren’t entirely blameless in this either, but here’s hoping the gap-toothed former genius turns it around in Italy. At 28 he’s still relatively young and should be about to enter his playmaking prime and if he can recapture fitness, form and most importantly the desire to perform on the biggest stage, then there’s still room yet for a Ronaldhino Renaissance.

Not just for his own sake but for football’s as well.

It would be tragic indeed to see such a formidable talent prematurely pissed away. Football itself is poorer without Ronny’s unique brand of beguiling magic.