Ed Note: This is a typically sneering article by The Guardian about a soccer player who says he has discovered Chomsky.
Man, occasional superman and QPR midfielder Joey Barton was previously best known as an adherent of the Nietzschean variant on the Warnock school of route one: “My idea of paradise is a straight line to goal”, as Friedrich put it (in a book called Twilight of the Idols, a title that followers of Barton’s current club must hope won’t sum up a late season descent into the relegation zone).
Perhaps sensing a post-Christmas loss of form, Barton yesterday indulged in some pre-window intellectual transfer activity. Having already collected more than his fair share of bookings for dissent, he has dropped Nietzsche’s stress on the physical attributes of the game as a source of power. Yet he might find himself in even more trouble with officialdom now he appears to be modelling his game on a writer who has written the book on dissent. “Think I’ve found a man to respect and admire this morning, step forward Prof Noam Chomsky,” tweeted Barton. One Noam Chomsky, there’s only one Noam Chomsky, as the rulers of evil empires around the world no doubt are heartily glad of.