The Dear John letter is quite brilliant - repeated here in full
Dear John,
I dont know how to break it to you, but its over. Ive had enough. When we first
got together I was swept off my feet by your carefully crafted reputation and your
equally carefully crafted hair. After all, you were the scorer of that penalty, you
were a man of the world, been there, done that, and youd even shown that you
still had what at least some of what it took, leading that gang of hacks from up
the coast to a final.
Well, here we are, we've been together for more than eight games, that's more
than a third of my season, and the reality is far different. I should have guessed
as soon as you failed to show up for pre-season. It was embarrassing,
everyone wanted to meet you and instead of being there for me, you were
lying on a treatment table getting a rubdown from some foreign sounding guy
called Joe.
You promised me the world, bigger crowds, lots of goals and plenty of media
attention, like a fool I believed you, and you took so much from me while you
were making those promises. You promised me a RING, John. And now look at
us, we can barely be civil to each other, youre so lazy, you act like you dont
care about me any more, if you ever did. You never close your eyes any more
when you head the ball, and theres no effort there like before in your
partnerships. Youre trying hard not to show it, but Johnny, Johnny I know it,
youve lost your football talent. yes, your football talent, now it's gone, gone,
gone You stand in between defenders and wave your arms as if youre in a
scoring position, then get all moody when nobody passes you the ball. It's the
moodiness and the not talking that makes me mad
Didnt you realise that something was wrong when you saw that Terry McFlynn
has more shots on target, more assists and more goals than you? Or when
Adam Casey replaced you and showed more industry and effort in 17 minutes
than youve shown all season. This is Adam Casey were talking about, from
the under 12s? I cant stand it anymore John, its just not worth it, you exhaust
me, its just a pity that you dont try hard enough to exhaust yourself. I think its
best that we both just try to move on.
Please dont make this any harder than it already is, everyone I know is
laughing at me for being such a fool over you. My so-called friends are lining up
to say I told you so even that yellow tart that you were with before me.
Goodbye John
Love, Sydney FC
