I’m now officially obsessed with Jude Bellingham. Yes, I know all of us football fans are obsessed with him, being that utter novelty for England players: a winner. Oh we’ve had plenty of geniuses down the years, but they usually come with a dose of good old British self-destruction; they’re not winners. As if geniuses are freaks and have to be wild and alcoholic on the side. Y’know, losers. Instead Jude is a genius who is also a winner. He seems to demand it, is born to it. Am I really the only England fan who feels relatively stable watching the team now? It’s not like having amateur dentistry any more. Like, even if things go wrong, Jude, right, will step up and sort it out. We are safe in his big hands.
It’s not a man crush as such (believe me, I have plenty of those), just deep, near-spiritual admiration for the guy.
