This cat agrees with you highdose.. There is far too much money in the game.. it taints EVERYTHING.
English football (soccer) use to be two teams of local lads playing their hearts out in a spirited gain, cheered on by local Dads and Sons (and often Mum and daughters too!). It drew communities together, especially in times of adversity. It was a safe haven to let off steam, and ended up in the local pub (bar for you unfortunated American readers [there's nowt like a pint of beer at yer local]). It was at the heart of England.
Gone!! to my horror and dismay.
The second world war saw the beleaguered and weary Londoners in the munitions factories desperate to repel the onslaught of the Nazi militia and the pounding of the Luftwaffe. The men hammered out the steel and the guns were built - The HAMMERS and the GUNNERS were born from the factories of Greenwich and today we have ARSENAL and WEST HAM bearing those logos.
Dad knew the name of every player and I have a picture of him just prior to his JW conversion in 1966 dressed in Claret and Blue and touching the Cup as "I'm forever blowing bubbles" echoed around Wembley arena in (1964?) as West Ham lifted the trophy that year.
And yesterday??? PUKE... I'm ashamed they have shafted (sorry) our game and ruined our way of life.
Bring on the hard eggs and rotten tomatoes.. I'm ready to throw.
BTW Rugby League is now my game.. for all the reasons I have added.
Cheers, mine's a Fullers London Pride... what's you poison m8?