Title: Ruddock’s Delusional Glory Days: A Relic of Football’s Dark Ages
Neil ‘Razor’ Ruddock, the self-proclaimed hard man of football, is at it again, reminiscing about his so-called glory days. This time, he’s waxing lyrical about kicking Ian Wright around Wembley in the 1993 FA Cup semi-final. Let’s be honest, Ruddock’s idea of football was more akin to a pub brawl than the beautiful game.
Ruddock’s tales of “battles” and “locking horns” are nothing more than a desperate attempt to stay relevant in a world that has long since moved on from his brand of thuggery. The man seems to revel in the fact that he was more of a battering ram than a footballer. It’s as if he believes that his ability to kick lumps out of opponents somehow equates to footballing prowess. Spoiler alert: it doesn’t.
The north London derby at Wembley was indeed a stage, but not for Ruddock’s brutish antics. It was a platform for skill, flair, and the kind of football that fans actually want to see. Ruddock’s contribution? A reminder of why the game needed to evolve. His nostalgia for a time when players like him could get away with assault on the pitch is as outdated as his playing style.
And let’s not forget his tales of being West Ham room-mates with Wright. Ruddock paints a picture of late-night antics and roughhousing, as if this is something to be proud of. In reality, it’s just another example of his inability to separate the pitch from real life. The fact that he boasts about being beaten up in the middle of the night is more sad than entertaining.
Ruddock’s stories are a relic of a bygone era, one that football is better off without. The game has moved on, embracing skill and athleticism over brute force. It’s time for Ruddock to do the same. Instead of clinging to his past like a badge of honor, he should acknowledge that his style of play is as extinct as the dinosaurs. Football has evolved, and it’s high time Ruddock did too.