The Premier League sits at a fascinating cultural nexus. It’s an engine that produces pop culture, but it also serves as a repository for our external cultural fascinations. How many listicles have you come across that compare Premier League clubs to noble houses from Game Of Thrones? (There are enough of them out there that I won’t bother linking to any. They’re easy enough to find. I believe in you, boo.)
Entire teams get photoshopped to make them look like The Avengers. Our own Twitter feed occasionally features comparisons between Premier League players to participants on The Bachelor. A new and awful third kit is revealed and we are drawn, inexplicably, to invoke the controversy over The Dress as we comment on questionable design choices.
It’s no surprise, then, that the Premier League and its ensemble cast lends itself naturally to comparisons with the latest pop-culture phenomenon.
I’m talking, of course, about Dream Daddy.