“I felt my fathers love when I was the best at something.”
“Both Sides” is hard to put down sometimes and just as predictable a lot of the time, but as a whole I have to say I enjoyed it.
Now to give a little context, I’m an Arsenal fan but that had little to do with my interest in reading Bendtner’s autobiography up to his late 30’s. It was cool to get some insight into the way that world works and especially the world of Arsenal, but in general I was actually much more into learning about who Bendtner is and the paradoxical status that seems to follow him as much as it precedes him. The “Lord” prefix was something I more or less figured was bestowed upon him as a joke, knowing that his cult following are the sort to do something of that nature. I didn’t know it was actually a function of his child producing relationship with a Danish noble, which in itself is pretty fucking wild. The three words I used at the end of that prior sentence are valid descriptors of a lot of what Nicklas Bendtner’s relatively short time on this Earth have been like. If you play the odds, most of his experiences are rare enough as sole events, let alone the astronomical, when multiplied, probability of them happening to one man. Whether I agree with his assessment of the impact of these situations on a human being, I have to take it for what it is because you can’t find a huge pool of people who have the experience Nicklas does. I found his real life stories as interesting as anything, and that’s a big reason why I sort of flew through this book. I have to give him and his co-writer credit, they found the formula to entertain with this book.
If there’s an aspect of the novel that’ll stick with me though and define what I think of Nicklas Bendtner, the person instead of the player, it’s the lifelong battle he’s had with the mentality that probably hampered his natural talent and advantageous life position more than anything physical could ever come close to. It’s evident that there’s a fine line where the perspective of self importance and “do no wrong” that was drilled into him from the start of his life by people you’ll come to find think nothing is off limits, meets the more adult perspective of assuming responsibility not only when you have no other choice, but when it’s correct. You can quickly surmise through a few chapters that the old Nicklas and the new Nicklas, who blend together into a distinct person, are different degrees of the same flawed guy. It’s like standing in the middle of a fight as the reader, because you see the young Nicklas who simply cannot accept responsibility butt heads with the older Nicklas who has finally realized the extent of what he’s wasted at the hands of nobody but himself. That’s not to say his career was a waste, he played a top 1% career that almost every footballer ever would be happy with, both with where he played and the money he made. I just think he’s more cognizant of the opportunities he’s passed on despite his natural talent.
Admittedly, the way the book is written is rather simple and like I mentioned earlier you can guess a lot of what happens if you’re at all knowledgeable about Bendtner’s career. I have to weigh how much I even criticize that, because frankly for me it was like a breath of fresh air after reading some more classic and difficult to read books. I’d recommend this to anybody interested in people in general.