Why are there so many crybabies on MCN?
A fine question AintNuthin.
The answer to which lies in the understanding of the battered and bruised British biking psyche.
You must realise they haven't had a GP champion, let alone a race winner in the premier class since Barry Sheene 30 odd years ago. Having become thoroughly sick of this state of affairs and having watched a few hopefuls amount to nothing much a young Italian kid bounded onto the scene. He even officially resided in London for a few years until the Italian Tax man raped him up the wallet for it. The young Italian with the girlie haircut was just what the Brits had hoped to produce themselves, yet utterly failed at - so the great unwashed of British motorcycle supporters adopted young Valentino and invested their hopes and aspirations in him. You know the types, fat balding blokes in too tight, too short yellow tee-shirts and pimply kids in the main. Christ some of these sad souls even have an image of the man inked into their sweaty bodies - urghh.
Living their sad pathetic existences vicariously through the life of Rossi they enjoyed a few good years as Rossi was pampered, preened and feted by his Uncle Carmelo and Michelin, beating up on the competition during a historically weak period of MotoGP.
In recent years this artifice has come tumbling down around their ears. First young Stoner had the temerity to comprehensively thrash Rossi on the way to his first championship. In response the great unwashed lashed out, boo'ing and name calling like the unreformed Neanderthalic football fans they are. Next Lorenzo beat Rossi to a championship on the same bike! (a bike the great unwashed laughably say Rossi built). But the culmination of their anguish and sniveling has come about during the last two years as the object of their adulation has been thoroughly humiliated by a motorcycle he supposedly relished the thought of riding (well after his little tantrum saw him storm out of Yamaha), one he and his crew chief naively and arrogantly thought merely needed a sprinkling of their pixie dust. It of course transpires that to ride the Duke into the winners circle requires a skill set Rossi simply doesn't possess.
All of which leaves us where we are today. A dozen or so sensible MCN posters and a heaving sea of yellow bile spitting stupidity. It'll pass hopefully, the end of their false idol is not far away. Perhaps they might even adopt one of their own next time? How long a wait though? 76 years for a Tennis winner was it? Oh dear...