We've all wanted to deck somebody for saying "it's only a game" but it's a very interesting debate.
Have you ever stopped to put football into perspective and felt stupid for a moment about just how much you allow it to intrude on your life? I'm not just talking loonies that would do time for a scrap at full time, I'm talking ordinarily rational people that can essentially let the swing of a bag of air ruin their days, and even worse, talk deeply about "my club" as though it were some sort of child.
I wear the Wanderers replica shirts proudly and want the team to be great but would never profess to love the club as such. I've decided that if football weren't the pantomime that it is, I'd have found something different to do with my Saturdays a long time ago. That without the Wigans and Gary Megsons and Luis Suarez's of the world to loathe, I might lose interest.
What's it all about for you?
Have you ever stopped to put football into perspective and felt stupid for a moment about just how much you allow it to intrude on your life? I'm not just talking loonies that would do time for a scrap at full time, I'm talking ordinarily rational people that can essentially let the swing of a bag of air ruin their days, and even worse, talk deeply about "my club" as though it were some sort of child.
I wear the Wanderers replica shirts proudly and want the team to be great but would never profess to love the club as such. I've decided that if football weren't the pantomime that it is, I'd have found something different to do with my Saturdays a long time ago. That without the Wigans and Gary Megsons and Luis Suarez's of the world to loathe, I might lose interest.
What's it all about for you?