My love of the game is in doubt.
For a sport of such beauty at times, it's now become so muddied I can't even see why I like it.
I haven't lived through the times of our peak, or when football was about FOOTBALL... It's now handshake stories, managers sticking their oar in other clubs business, public crucifixtions, twitter gossip, high cost average englishmen, 'arry, death of loyalty, success or death, and countless other depressing things.
What's the point?
I've thought the game was in disrepair for fucking ages but this us the first time where I've found myself doubting the club itself. What the hell has happened? It makes me want to bin off english football and focus anywhere else. Where the player is king and the press don't dictate the game.
It makes me want to find another sport, so I can at least have an outlet where I'm not continually frustrated.
For a sport of such beauty at times, it's now become so muddied I can't even see why I like it.
I haven't lived through the times of our peak, or when football was about FOOTBALL... It's now handshake stories, managers sticking their oar in other clubs business, public crucifixtions, twitter gossip, high cost average englishmen, 'arry, death of loyalty, success or death, and countless other depressing things.
What's the point?
I've thought the game was in disrepair for fucking ages but this us the first time where I've found myself doubting the club itself. What the hell has happened? It makes me want to bin off english football and focus anywhere else. Where the player is king and the press don't dictate the game.
It makes me want to find another sport, so I can at least have an outlet where I'm not continually frustrated.