How sad that Kensington will not be Sol Campbell’s political kingdom

Can there be anyone alive with a keener sense of injustice than Sol?

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We should never have been allowed to get so ahead of ourselves, but what a pity that exactly two months from now there will be no return to Parliament for the Right Honourable Sulzeer Jeremiah Campbell MP.

Sol, as he is marginally better known, has sadly ended speculation linking him with the safe Kensington seat in west London, simply stating: “My ambitions lie elsewhere in the political arena.”

What a pity indeed. The Palaces of Westminster have everything that would be required as a halfway house for the safe re-entry of retired footballers into wider society and we had hoped Campbell might be the vanguard of the movement.

Having spent a decade and a half in a world where being a convicted drink-driver, racist or rapist is no barrier whatsoever to the unconditional adulation of millions or the accumulation of vast wealth, a mandatory five-year term in Parliament as a form of national service is an excellent idea.


There, on a salary in no way commensurate with your skills or workload, it really doesn’t matter whether you restore peace to a small country, devote your life to the advancement of women or science or badgers or anything at all; if you want an easy life you will still have to spend the weekends pretending to be an estate agent at parties.

That said, Campbell in particular is better versed in vitriol than the average footballer. Better indeed than the average politician. Who could possibly forget that when Campbell swapped White Hart Lane for Highbury in 2001, one Shaun Woodward, MP for Witney, was embarking on an equally poisonous defection – from Tory to Labour – yet only one of the two men had to spend the next seven years reporting death threats to the police.

And let’s not forget, Campbell is an avid campaigner. There’s his Kids Go Live charity, giving tickets to top sporting events to inner-city kids of the type he once was in Plaistow, east London. This is a man born into actual, real disadvantage, not just cursed with middle-class guilt and a burning desire to go to Oxbridge, make a load of money in the City and then in your forties pretend to want to do something about the unfairness of it all. And having scored two disallowed winners in major international tournaments, can there be anyone alive with a keener sense of injustice?

Former Arsenal and England star, Sol Campbell

Unfortunately, though – and this we fear is Campbell’s Aristotelian fatal flaw – his Achilles metatarsal, in the life of public service that one day awaits him, is that despite all this he is at his most exercised by matters of his own naked self-interest.

Even David Cameron and George Osborne have the nous to claim “We’re all in this together”, as they drive their armies of slave labour into Poundland, from which the only beneficiaries are their private equity mates on Wall Street, who pocketed £150m from its partial sale three weeks ago.

Yet Plaistow boy Sol has been driven into the political realm most noticeably to fight Labour’s proposed mansion tax, which threatens his Chelsea home and, he claims, has turned him and other unfortunate multiple-mansion-owning types into “sitting ducks”. (“They have gone too far now,” he said. “This needs to be nipped in the bud.”)

Simultaneously, he can, he says, mobilise “the black vote”, and no doubt that’s true. There is a large Afro-Caribbean population that live in near poverty in social housing in the north of his would-be constituency, who only enter into the public consciousness for a few days each year at Notting Hill Carnival time, when they samba their way past the multi-million-pound front doors of half the Tory Parliamentary party.

It’s hard to imagine these people being all that motivated to start banging their steel drums in defence of Sol Campbell’s property portfolio, but who knows? If he can pull that off, then the Tories could be as invincible as Arsenal once were.

One really dodgy place for a World Cup is... Russia

As we continue to recoil in horror at the thought of a World Cup in December in seven years’ time, there can be no one who finds the absurdity of it all more hilarious than Vladimir Putin.

Of the many reasons to object to the Qatar World Cup, human rights abuses and the whiff of corruption far outrank the disruption to one season of Premier League football. Yes, Fifa’s total disregard for the rest of everyone and everything else to make this tournament happen in a country so entirely unsuited for it is important, as it is so beautifully revealing of just how venal and greedy and shameful and cravenly pathetic that organisation is.

FIFA President Sepp Blatter

But in the meantime there’s Russia 2018. And when it comes to corruption and human rights abuses, there is a country that makes tiny Qatar look even smaller. It was Russia, not Qatar, who we now know told Fifa’s anti-corruption investigators they were sorry but their computers had all been wiped – the 21st-century equivalent of a hungry dog left unattended by the freshly completed homework.

And three years from now, when it’ll be Vladimir Putin handing that little golden trophy to the Germans in the Moscow night, how many more opposition politicians will have been shot dead on the streets in front of the miraculously obscured CCTV cameras? How many more journalists will have been murdered on their doorsteps? How many more sovereign territories invaded and defectors radioactively poisoned on foreign soil?

Qatar is seven years away, and it’s definitely happening. So, for the time being, it really is time we started to talk  about Russia.