Joey Barton is possibly KCKRS’s favorite twittering footballer. He’s controversial, a maverick, and unable to correctly use an ellipsis. This is the long, strange story of exactly how he’s captured our hearts, 140 characters at a time.
The very first tweet was hardly extraordinary. Given Barton’s thuggish reputation, it’s downright boring.
But clearly the twittering public was expectant. With just his third tweet, the second being a reply to Newcastle United teammate Danny Simpson, Barton revealed that he had amassed a huge following almost immediately.
They didn’t have to wait long. By his fifth tweet, Barton was already snarling at his critics.
The rest of that first day was spent arguing with Piers Morgan, philosophizing during his argument with Piers Morgan, talking horse racing, and bigging up the Smiths. All would be recurring themes on the Barton twitter journey.
As Barton bulldozed forward through twitter, it was noted that he was a total hipster. Then he played coy on being a hipster. Then he proved once and for all that he is a hipster by getting a stupid haircut and revealing that he named a horse after an Arctic Monkeys song.
He even fulfilled a cherished dream of getting to hang out with singer and former Smiths frontman Morrissey.
…while lambasting his country’s involvement with what he sees as American imperialism. (All the meanwhile missing the irony, pretty shocking for someone who is both British and a hipster)
Perhaps the U.S. State Department caught wind of this, resulting in him and the brilliantly named Nile Ranger not being allowed into the country for a preseason friendly tour. Which he later confirmed was due to his past legal trouble. (Ranger also has a previous criminal conviction on his record)
That would be Joey Barton, calling someone else’s sanity into question.
And just this Monday, after being informed he can leave Newcastle United on a free transfer, Barton responded with a rant against Newcastle’s management, which was followed by tweeting (And re-tweeting) quotes from Friedrich Nietzsche, Virgil and George Orwell.
Then when he arrived at training today, they made him train by himself.
And then fined him two weeks wages.
Who knew Joey Barton would become the philosophical martyr of tweeting footballers?
What to make of Joey Barton? He’s complex. An artistic soul with a thuggish record? A working class boy confused by the sudden spotlight? An independent mind with a tragic flaw? I’ve chronicled plenty of Barton’s escapades and barely scratched the surface. Perhaps we should simply believe the man himself: