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One thing Heather seems to miss is the seething homoeroticism that is present in almost every episode of The F Word. Gordon Ramsay always seems to corner some poor gormless kitchen boy, invade his space to a point just shy of dry humping and then yell obscenities at him from point blank range. Later on after the kid has shown signs of being half competent at either cooking or waiting tables (or even removing kitchen trash) Gordon will congratulate him on how well he's doing and give him a big, comforting, manly, hug. Swop out the chef's whites for studded leather and you've got the best dominant top on TV.
I'm guessing some part of him still misses football (or soccer as you insist on calling it).