cry baby from down under

harry kewell's antics has begun. pop the champagne and tell your mummy. harry suddenly got himself a medical degree and ruled himself out of tonight's game from a self-diagnosis of a "groin strain". and he has the audacity to refuse rafa's pleas for him to defy the pain barrier and make a champions league appearance. what i would give for that opportunity. my right testicle, my right hand or my stamp collection? hmm. beggers cannot be choosers and this australian has officially bought a first class ticket into my little big black book of footballers i hate. he can now be all cuddly and sing camp-fire songs with the likes of igor biscan, djimi traore, josemi, nunez, the fake ronaldo, emile heskey and the neville brothers. welcome harry.