Thread-worthy indeed, nice one Daveed.
Y'see, the problem with the Giroud cut (and it shall be henceforth knows as the Giroud cut, cos he wears it with such a brilliant lack of self-awareness) is that that cunt, and 99% of the other gormless idiots in the football who sport that atrocity, aren't sporting that atrocity of a do out of some post-ironic pisstake, but cos they actually believe it to be fucking cool. They genuinely believe that they've aligned their elite sporting status with an elite, urban, edgy cut to go with it.
No doubt cos they pay 200 quid (every fucking fortnight too) to some one-sleeved, furry-bearded, lensless-glass'd hipster cunt on portobello rd called Tristan - who convinced him that the organic agave treatment he put in before the 'styling' (cos no one gets a fucking 'cut' these days dah'ling) allowed the roots to thicken and therefore the style to 'take' to the head in a much richer fashion.
That cut, and the countless versions of it's ilk embody today's footballer; completely fucking oblivious to style, self-awareness, panache, effort, or comfort. Garish, hideous, fat-headed watches, obscenely shit cars with even more obscenly shit hubcaps, suits from Hugo Boss and fucking Valentino, and a sense of fashion straight out of 90's eastern europe. That they paid thousands for. Have a look at Alberto Moreno's get-up's on any social media account. The cunt is unbelievable. He's not the only one mind you. Imagine TopMan charged 10 grand for each item of clothing - that's where these dumb cunts would shop.
Anyway, as for haircuts. I fucking hate that syrupy side-shave and on-top flop. It's a fucking abomination. My mate's a hair stylist (grrr) and he's been trying to adorn my head for years with that shite. He'll get a chop to the cunt if he ever gets close to it. He tells me the next effort every cunt in football will be sporting is the high short ponytail which Becks did a couple of years back...
Imagine the above with the backs and sides shaved, that's what's coming. Sweet mother of fuck.
I should have given up caring about footballers style years ago really. A decent rule of thumb is to acknowledge that not one single English footballer knows how to dress or select a hairdresser. Not a single one of them. Even the referee's - looking at you Clattenburg - are getting in one the act. No cunt's safe.
There's cunts in Italy and Spain - especially the older ones - with something to offer, but by and large football is a hotbed of cultural ambivalence.