Forgetting Football ~or~ Why the beautiful game is so damn ugly

I’ve never been an avid football fan singing from the terraces in support of my home team; Luton Town FC.  Sure I’ve been to a few matches and used to keep up-to-date with the Premiership, especially my ‘Premiership Club’; Liverpool FC.  But I would regularly watch football on the box, in pubs, play fantasy football leagues, argue that Michael Owen should have stayed at Liverpool.  I’d have strong opinions on why Steve McClaren, Kevin Keegan or Sven-Goran Eriksson was a bad choice as England Manager and why ‘Psycho’ Pearce would have been the best option.  Of course I was talking crap, and so was everyone else. Continue reading “Forgetting Football ~or~ Why the beautiful game is so damn ugly”