I turned off commentary on footy, t’uther day,
never a truer word, have I heard, silence say.
A placid game, in a state of flaccid decay.
22 players playing the same fluking way.
70 thousand sitting, ayf the ‘eart o’ yesterday
The Emperor has no clothes
Ninety minutes plus adverts for the comatose
Instagram reels on a half time pose
Fans drowning in songs everyone knows
Give a billionaire a trophy, buy a rose.
What would the owd fella say
if he were here with us today?
“Cheats. Chuck all your medals away
Titles are won by cartels, who can’t even play
Rome needs to fall by the end o’ day.
More hooligans in a boardroom
than at a football match.
Fans begging to be owned
by the Upper class
A game played by criminals
no longer on grass."
Cloughie, Motty and his sheepskin coat.
On a cold Tuesday night,
Could be Derby, could be Stoke
What I’d give for another quip, another quote
for a proper manager to grab this game by the throat
n treat it like he did, them Nottingham folk.
How I’d love to see this game
crawl out from under the fog
Of Murdoch and millions
and all that we’ve forgot.
The terraces and the Underdog.
You don’t need millions
to play like City.
Just belief, a dream.
Something gritty
N Kevin Hector
up top to look pretty.
Crying out For Cloughie
posted 1 week, 1 day ago
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posted 1 week, 1 day ago
If I was a neutral I should applaud 👏
As we support the same team you know I will 👏
But as Admin has you as one of his top five posters of all time says it all bro.
The world needs more odd wellies 🤩🫶👊
posted 1 week, 1 day ago
Special, that is, youth
posted 1 week ago
Postecoglou had a good rant the other day bemoaning the deterioration of tradition in the home of football and asking why fans tolerate all of the unnecessary messing around with the rules. Powers that be are constantly trying to fix things that aren’t wrong in the first place.
The game is gone at the top level. At the start of the second half thousands are still in the concourses and by the end of the match half of the crowd have gone home. They aren’t that fussed about the outcome. The big clubs reduce numbers of season tickets to sell seats to tourists who will spend a few hundred in the club shop. You see them grinning with their phones out in the front rows with their bobble hats still with the label on. Proper fans can’t get in - they don’t mean enough to these owners.
If you are fans like us you are trapped - we have no choice but to follow our team and if we got ourselves a fat Greek gangster no doubt we would buckle up for the ride and enjoy it. But it all feels a bit fake really. Money always ruled but drowning the game in it has all but destroyed it. The fans are gentrified and TV pundit berks decide how rules will be changed in an endless search for perfection when we should be revelling in its glorious imperfections. But what can we do? Those temps are perdu forever.
posted 1 week ago
They aren’t that fussed about the outcome. The big clubs reduce numbers of season tickets to sell seats to tourists who will spend a few hundred in the club shop. You see them grinning with their phones out in the front rows with their bobble hats still with the label on. Proper fans can’t get in - they don’t mean enough to these owners.
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Hence why Chemical Jim didn't hesitate putting up the price for a parent + child up from a minimum of £65 to £132 in one fell swoop at OT. The tourists will lap-up those tickets faster than you can say Brexit.
posted 1 week ago
Never a truer word but the genie is out of the bottle and it will never go back. Just sort of glad that I can look back and say 'I was there' and enjoy the memories.
posted 1 week ago
comment by lastapostleofvidal (U1491)
posted 3 hours, 1 minute ago
Postecoglou had a good rant the other day bemoaning the deterioration of tradition in the home of football and asking why fans tolerate all of the unnecessary messing around with the rules. Powers that be are constantly trying to fix things that aren’t wrong in the first place.
The game is gone at the top level. At the start of the second half thousands are still in the concourses and by the end of the match half of the crowd have gone home. They aren’t that fussed about the outcome. The big clubs reduce numbers of season tickets to sell seats to tourists who will spend a few hundred in the club shop. You see them grinning with their phones out in the front rows with their bobble hats still with the label on. Proper fans can’t get in - they don’t mean enough to these owners.
If you are fans like us you are trapped - we have no choice but to follow our team and if we got ourselves a fat Greek gangster no doubt we would buckle up for the ride and enjoy it. But it all feels a bit fake really. Money always ruled but drowning the game in it has all but destroyed it. The fans are gentrified and TV pundit berks decide how rules will be changed in an endless search for perfection when we should be revelling in its glorious imperfections. But what can we do? Those temps are perdu forever.
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This
posted 1 week ago
Totally agree, though I would have gone for Alan ‘Gladys’ Hinton up front looking pretty.
As someone above said, I’m glad I remember when football was a ‘proper’ game, having to stop the game to paint the penalty spot on that pudding of a pitch, at the Baseball ground in a 4-0 win v Man City, can you seriously see that bunch of City starts treading on that pitch, it was more a ploughed field week in week out, but no one overly complained they just got on with it.
Football will never go back to its ‘grass roots’, it’s a game for the super rich, both players and owners, there is no will to return to the traditional game.
I used to think FIFA under Blatter couldn’t get anymore corrupt, can’t believe how wrong I was.
Thank god for the memories.
posted 6 days, 21 hours ago
I'd still like to see some kind of rebellion though a few managers that don't just park the bus as their only form of protest, but a team that tries to work on a few innovations and managers with post match takedowns of the powers that be.
Maybe sacrifice risk averse survival football for some of that break your heart, nothing to lose, fluck em up get into them, magic.
Hope springs eternal. Let's be avin you.