Bald truth about the referee's hair-loss deal
Premier League referee Mark Clattenburg is risking more controversy by becoming the face of a chain of hair loss treatment centres.
May 2011
Is there a more bewitching heir to Greta Garbo than Mark Clattenburg,
the Premier League referee who recently withdrew from public life
for a spell, claiming to be sick of the attention it brought him? We
now have evidence of how Mark spent some of his time in seclusion,
with the unveiling of a new advertising campaign for a hair-loss
centre – starring our self-effacing hero himself.
"It's OFFICIAL," runs the copy next to a picture of a beaming Mark
holding a football. "My hair loss is no longer a problem." It was
always the least of your problems, Mark – but do go on. "The hardest
decision to make is to pick up the phone and make that call," he
says. "But I did, and it changed my life." (Incidentally, if Mark's
testimony seems to you a little over the top, never forget the
destruction male pattern baldness can wreak. Just look at Mark
Oaten, who cited hair loss as the trigger for his rent boy habit.)
Now, there are those who assumed a footballer earning quarter of a
million quid a week was an eventuality predicted in the Book Of
Revelation, but others may counter that a serving referee thrashing
out private sponsorship deals is a more obvious harbinger of the
coming apocalypse.
Wherever you stand on the Premier League's role in the endtimes,
though, you have to concede Mark's emergence as a spokesmodel
crosses a rubicon for sporting officialdom. Even Pierluigi Collina
had to choose between his career and an endorsement deal (he chose
the latter, and retired.) Of course, we've seen sportsmen themselves
endorse hair-loss clinics, typified by the current ad for the
Advanced Hair Studio, which makes reference to Mark Nicholas asking
AHS client Shane Warne about his treatment during a recent
interview. (Incidentally, by using a considerably larger picture of
Nicholas than Warne, I can't help feeling that the clinic somehow
seeks to imply that the former is also a client – so impressionable
readers are hereby advised that the commentator's luxuriant coiffure
has nothing to do with implants. Like the eco-vehicle in a memorable
episode of The Simpsons, Mark's hair growth is powered by his own
sense of self-satisfaction.)
Still, the FA cannot recall a previous instance of a serving
official picking up a personal endorsement prior to Clattenburg –
and yet there does seem an inevitability to it all. With star
players such as John Terry so frequently deciding to act as a match
official, it was probably only a matter of time before match
officials started acting like star players, and amassing a series of
lucrative endorsements, which they can one day be stripped of when
they are discovered to have had sex with someone inappropriate, or
asked for Steven Gerrard's autograph.
Against such a backdrop, Clattenburg would seem the obvious
candidate to make the leap, with his soi disant bad-boy image
burnished only by that eight-month ban for sending a former business
associate a threatening email. Meanwhile, there have long been
suspicions that Mark is a little star-struck, if I may stray into
the territory of euphemism – be it cuddling Wayne Rooney after the
latter's elbow was head-butted by James McCarthy; or appearing to
defer to Gerrard's gracious advice that an incident deserved a red
card rather than the yellow he was preparing to brandish; or his
repeated boast that the players "identify with me".
And he with them, it seems. He isn't the first to seek the
limelight, obviously. We ought to pay tribute to the trailblazing
work of Mark's former PGMOL mentor, Graham Poll – or Polly, as he
likes to make third-person reference to himself – whose tireless
attempts at self-promotion have yet to yield the stardom he appears
to desire. Still, instinct suggests that when the I'm A Celebrity
producers do eventually come calling, Graham will be on the first
plane to the jungle, where he will slide effortlessly into the role
of Rapidly Oxidising Authority Figure With An Excruciating Need To
Be Liked. Or the Brian Paddick memorial hammock, to give it its
shorthand.
As yet, though, it hasn't happened for Polly – but doubtless no one
will be more thrilled than him to see his protege breaking the glass
ceiling and taking officialdom to the next logical level. It was Rio
Ferdinand who once explained: "The music, the fashion, the TV – it
all goes to make up Rio Ferdinand". We must pray that Mark
Clattenburg's endorsement debut heralds an age when football is only
a piece of the modern official's brand.
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