Sunderland: not every WAG's delight
WAGS, for those whose grasp of modern social tribes is incomplete, are the wives and girlfriends of footballers.
The term entered common currency during the 2006 World Cup and was first applied, I think, to the partners of members of the England squad.
If you wish to become a WAG, the conditions of membership are straightforward. A capacity to shop endlessly for designer goods and for finding any excuse to party, is obligatory. There are no minimum educational qualifications so I could also aspire to WAGdom if I were female and goodlooking, the latter in a Big Brother/Loft Story sort of way rather than suggesting girl-next-door charm or je-ne-sais-quoi allure.
Roy Keane, to introduce the other character in this tale, is - or was, as things stood (thrashed by Wigan since this was posted!) - a saint in the eyes of most supporters of Sunderland football club after remarkable success (so far....you'll note the hesitant tone) in his first role as a manager.
This week, frustrated at his failure to lure certain players to the North East of England, he lashed out at the WAG culture, condemning as spineless weaklings players who listen too closely to their wives'/girlfriends' opinions on where, and where not, they should live.
You can read how I have treated this story at Salut! Sunderland or take the above synopsis as all you require in order to form a view of your own.
All I need tp add is that Mme Salut has very strong thoughts of her own on these matters. She's most unWAGlike in virtually every respect, but she's with them in principle on this one. And why I am I writing about them on Salut! of all places? Because I am fed up with writing about Cécilia Sarkozy. But is she on her way to honorary French membership of the WAGS?
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