Thursday, May 24, 2007
Casework and football
I missed the football last night, having decided to go out for dinner instead. The UEFA Sony Playstation Ford S-Max Canon Disneyland Champions £££££ League Grand Final Superbowl doesn't hold that much of a draw for me these days - not like the European Cup finals of a few years back. I caught the last ten minutes, which meant that I saw two of the three goals, so my luck was in there, unlike the FA Cup Final the other day which was seventy four times more boring than sitting watching a stalactite form in a cave.
I must say that club football bores me these days. International football is interesting in theory, although deathly dull in practice. But club football is as tedious as it is predicatble. I can't remember the last time something truly unexpected happened in the worl dof club football. The fact that Steve Sidwell, a fantastic young British talent, gives up on a club he's taken to their most glorious days, to join several other young British talents (Bridge / SWP etc) on Chelsea's bench on £60,000 a week is testament to all that's wrong with the game today.
As a Bury fan there’s not much to look forward to year-in, year-out, other than maybe a cup tie somewhere glamorous. Morecambe away in February isn't going to tempt me to shell out £15 to go, I'm afraid. And the top four are so far above everyone else that it barely seems worth anyone else bothering. People may accuse me of harking back to days gone by, but I think safe terracing and some kind of limit on foreign players would be a boon for the game. At the moment, squads change from one collection of multi-millionaires to the next so quickly that I lose track, and the corporate suits render stadia utterly devoid of atmosphere. I simply didn’t care who won last night, and I think that’s sad.