Source: Daily_Mail
Capello is now the Godfather and now it's time to put a hit on Beckham
With every single new word Fabio Capello utters I feel a little bit more 'bromantic' towards him.
He's an amalgam of the perfect Italian - the inspired creativity of Michelangelo, the nationalist revolutionary zeal of Garibaldi, the dashing empirespreading of Roman emperor Marcus Aurelius, the slugging street-fighter skills of Rocky Marciano, the calculating mind of a Galileo, the slick, sharp style of Georgio Armani, the love of speed of Enzo Ferrari, the stunning directorial flair of Federico Fellini . . . and the ruthless killer instinct of Don Corleone.
Capello: The godfather of football must make some big decisions
Capello: The godfather of football must make some big decisions
Finally, after many decades of nohopers, whiners, brolley-wearers, shaggers and turnips, we've got an England manager who commands worldwide respect and, more importantly, fear.
Next summer, we'll have the Top Dog at the World Cup - the No 1 Boss, the Godfather of football.
And after the crushing, scintillating thrashing of Croatia, it is not as preposterous as usual to start dreaming wistfully of a repeat of 1966.
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But there are some big decisions still to be made if that is ever going to happen, and the biggest of them all is what to do about David Beckham?
Regular readers of this column will know my less-than-effusive thoughts on this gentleman. It's not personal. I've never met him. It's business.
He is a massive potential barrier to us winning the World Cup.
Capello has already declared that he doesn't want the WAGs anywhere near the squad, apart from one day a week, after a match. I'd have gone further and banned them altogether. Sex before a big event is not conducive to high-level performance.
(Which is why I have banned Megan Fox from coming anywhere near my trailer before this week's America's Got Talent finale in Hollywood.)
But he's still hinting that he wants to take to South Africa a man who's not much more than a WAG himself.
And I can't for the life of me understand why. He's become a preening, tattooed, waxed, mani-pedicured, earringstudded, shopping-obsessed, clothes-horse whose primary focus has always been, and always will be, Brand Beckham.
More pertinently, he'll be 35 next June, for God's sake, almost old enough to qualify for Sky TV's 'Masters' tournament and has, for the last couple of years, been playing most of his football in a glorified American pub team.
The argument for keeping Beckham in the England squad has always been that there is no other right-sided midfielder better than him coming through.
That argument is now as dead as Beckham's creaking old bones are getting. Aaron Lennon's sensational performance last Wednesday night means he is a guaranteed starter for our World Cup games.
And if we're thinking of who to bring on with 10 minutes left to try to win a game against Brazil or Spain, who are we really going to go for?
Someone who couldn't get past my grandmother or a player with the lightning pace and trickery of a Theo Walcott or Shaun Wright-Phillips?
To me, it's an absolute no-brainer. Which brings me neatly back to Beckham.
If he's not going to start a game and is highly unlikely to be the preferred choice towards the end of one, then why even think about bringing his whole ludicrous Hollywood circus to town?
On a scale of distractions, Beckham's mere presence is like sticking Paris Hilton, Britney Spears and Katie Price on the team bus.
Britney Spears
Wild: Britney Spears
Paris Hilton
Scrabble: Paris Hilton
Katie Price
Distraction: Katie Price
Though, to be fair to those ladies, they'd probably give the lads a better game of Scrabble.
Team Beckham will already be feverishly planning their South African campaign, dementedly trying to work out how best to exploit the world's biggest sporting tournament to their man's advantage.
They'll be angling for the big Mandela photo-op, lining up a few shanty towns for David to patrol in a cavalcade - and selling off every inch of his torso to the highest bidding sponsor.
And, from the moment he lands in South Africa, he'll be followed everywhere he goes by a vast, swarming mass of paparazzi and TV crews, all desperate to record the every movement and utterance of the biggest football celebrity in the world.
All great for Brand Beckham - not so great for England's chances of winning. If Capello is serious about exterminating the WAG culture, then he has to cull the biggest WAG of them all - David Beckham.
