Anyone else yearn for the old days ?
The days when managers wore flat caps and were salt of the earth types who didnt worry about upsetting a players feelings . The managers who had a bit of class and working class common sense , earnt a wage like the rest of us would head to the pub after the game before stopping for some fish and chips on the way home. The only problems we had understanding them were trying to decipher their northern or Scottish accents.
Same with the players. Now days we have a bunch of "la de da poofters " who writhe in agony and roll around on the floor like they are in thier death throes , while the likes of Tommy Smith can crawl back in to his house after having a heart attack to let his wife know.
Give me the days when men played football , when men werent scared to head a real leather football with laces in it that when wet could either knock you out or leave a mark on your forehead for three days. When your could buy a footie shirt in Woolies for about 5 quid and look just like your hero, whereas now you could spend a weeks wages buying a replica kit with a free advert on it of some phone company or some queer foreign lager. Except with LFC of course because most thigns are always "not availiable" . Never used to happen in Woolies.
Fans could buy a ticket , program, half time pie, and pay for the bus ticket home without blowing a months salary. Watching players who more likley than not would be working down the mine monday through friday, or serving their apprenticeship at the local machine shop.
What about crowd control ? I can rememebr watching games when there was one copper present to "keep an eye on things" , boy those days are gone arnet they ? In those days though the crowd were there to support the team, not to help pay the wage bill of the above mentioned poofters with fancy hair cuts and brand new motors in the parking lot.
I'm sick and ****ing tired of reading about "so and so not happy" , so and so wants a transfer" . I'm sick of the Michael Owens of thw world who want to "win medals" and whore themselves out to the highest bidder, I'm getting tired of the coaches who seem to keep wanting more and more money to spend on the latest superstars so we can "compete".
I'm sick of bloody hearing about it all, if Rafas not happy then he can **** off to Madrid, if anyone else isnt happy they can **** off too and take thier 50,000-100,000 pounds a week salary with them, I dont feel sorry for them. I wa a fan long before the came along and I'll be a fan long after they have gone.
Whining pussies....
The days when managers wore flat caps and were salt of the earth types who didnt worry about upsetting a players feelings . The managers who had a bit of class and working class common sense , earnt a wage like the rest of us would head to the pub after the game before stopping for some fish and chips on the way home. The only problems we had understanding them were trying to decipher their northern or Scottish accents.
Same with the players. Now days we have a bunch of "la de da poofters " who writhe in agony and roll around on the floor like they are in thier death throes , while the likes of Tommy Smith can crawl back in to his house after having a heart attack to let his wife know.
Give me the days when men played football , when men werent scared to head a real leather football with laces in it that when wet could either knock you out or leave a mark on your forehead for three days. When your could buy a footie shirt in Woolies for about 5 quid and look just like your hero, whereas now you could spend a weeks wages buying a replica kit with a free advert on it of some phone company or some queer foreign lager. Except with LFC of course because most thigns are always "not availiable" . Never used to happen in Woolies.
Fans could buy a ticket , program, half time pie, and pay for the bus ticket home without blowing a months salary. Watching players who more likley than not would be working down the mine monday through friday, or serving their apprenticeship at the local machine shop.
What about crowd control ? I can rememebr watching games when there was one copper present to "keep an eye on things" , boy those days are gone arnet they ? In those days though the crowd were there to support the team, not to help pay the wage bill of the above mentioned poofters with fancy hair cuts and brand new motors in the parking lot.
I'm sick and ****ing tired of reading about "so and so not happy" , so and so wants a transfer" . I'm sick of the Michael Owens of thw world who want to "win medals" and whore themselves out to the highest bidder, I'm getting tired of the coaches who seem to keep wanting more and more money to spend on the latest superstars so we can "compete".
I'm sick of bloody hearing about it all, if Rafas not happy then he can **** off to Madrid, if anyone else isnt happy they can **** off too and take thier 50,000-100,000 pounds a week salary with them, I dont feel sorry for them. I wa a fan long before the came along and I'll be a fan long after they have gone.
Whining pussies....
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