Sir Jim Ratcliffe’s ‘colonised’ comment was silly – but FA probe is hypocritical nonsense

BRENT A GOB: This week, Harry Brent’s taking aim at the FA for their hypocritical handling of Sir Jim Ratcliffe’s comments about immigration, and at Ange Postecoglou for being delusional

Listen, Sir Jim Ratcliffe’s “colonised” comment was silly – it was sillier than Marc Cucurella’s haircut and Newcastle’s Champions League aspirations put together.

But I’ve got to say, the reaction to it has been more over the top than your average Viktor Gyokeres shot at goal. The fact that the FA is considering investigating the Manchester United owner for having an opinion is about as dumb and dangerous as Cole Palmer holding a machine gun.

It might have been clumsily-worded, but the crux of Ratcliffe’s observation was tame – Liverpool’s title defence-levels of tame.

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The fact is, the UK has a problematic immigration policy. It’s like Tottenham’s managerial hiring policy – it’s been a disaster for years, and anyone who pretends otherwise is being so shamefully dishonest they might as well be on the Canadian Winter Olympic curling team.

Whether you agree with Sir Jimmy’s ‘hot take’ or not isn’t the point. He simply should not be under investigation for sharing a view that – like it or lump it – is both legally protected and about as common as Chelsea signing a terrible goalkeeper.

Besides, Newcastle’s owners have… to put it mildly… a controversial approach to human rights. Ditto Manchester City’s. I don’t remember any FA probes or 24-hour news cycles about the game being brought into disrepute on their behalf, do you?

That hypocrisy does my head in. I consider myself politically non-binary – I don’t care which wing you play on as long as you put a decent cross in.

But this “express an approved, trendy opinion or nothing at all” nonsense needs to sod off – it’s as narrow-minded and boring as Arsenal’s corner fetish.

By all means, call Ratcliffe a prat. But dressing this up as some sort of national moral emergency is more manufactured than Wayne Rooney’s hairline.

Utterly de-Postecog-lusional

Ange Postecoglou has the sort of delusional lack of self-awareness that makes Prince Harry look like a modest ginger monk.

He was on The Overlap last week, spouting Joey Barton-levels of utter waffle – insisting the 26 defeats he oversaw at Tottenham last season had absolutely nothing to do with him or his one-dimensional tactics, which were easier to predict than a Liam Delap stinker.

For a bloke who’s had more domestic disasters in the last 12 months than the Beckham family, that takes some serious ostriching (emu-ing?).

Apparently, it was all a cosmic misunderstanding. The 17th place finish at Spurs. The kamikaze high-line that never worked. The Lizz Truss-esque implosion at Nottingham Forest. All flukes. Because Big Ange never gets it wrong. It’s the players. It’s the board. It’s the alignment of Jupiter. Anyone but him.

Simpsons fans will remember Principal Skinner’s immortal line: “Am I so out of touch?… No, it’s the children who are wrong.” That’s Ange in a nutshell.

He’s got the energy of a man calmly polishing his silverware as his house slips into a sinkhole. No self-reflection. No tactical Plan-B. Just excuses, wilful blindness and a level of self-absorption that even Cristiano Ronaldo would cringe at.