Go on be a devil
Hilarious....
Hark at you two acting as if you know one end of a football pitch from a prawn sandwich lads
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.
The only reason 'International' football exists is for folk who live in places where their team has no outside chance of winning a hand of whist on the team coach never mind a trophy.
Places like Northampton Town and Folkestone Academicals and Leicester.....oh ....erm sorry lads.....
(All excited here on the way from Goodison Park having
won 3-0 against the mighty Yeovil Town :/
C'mon you Bluuuuuuuues!
Paul
Since the challenge has gone out, I feel compelled to stand up for southern sporting instincts against the sneers of northern softies with a short history of the "beautiful game"
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Football began in the swirling mists of time and trundled along quite nicely untill the first noticeable event in its history when King Edward the third tried to ban it for getting in the way of archery practice. This would have been a bad thing as he wanted to start the hundred years war.
Anyway after all that nonsense was out of the way, football trundled along nicely for another couple of centuries without much changing. Everybody played (all at the same time) and the on;y rule was No weapons without previous agreement. Gradually there were more rules introduced, the time was limited to 90 minutes and they invented an actual pitch.
The next event to disturb the game happened at a well known public school in the Midlands when during games a rather dim little lad picked up the ball and ran towards the goal line. As he was approaching, he tripped over a clump of grass and fell across the line on top of the ball. This left the ball a very peculiar shape and the Games master said in a voice dripping with distain "Nice try Webb Ellis, but you were supposed to kick it". Thus was born the game of Rugby to divide the nation
The muddied oafs at the goals had never much bothered about the flannelled fools at the wicket, but this new game gave them a real fright. .they had to modernise, so they came up with all sorts of exiting new things such as leagues and off side rules and lots of other new ideas.
It was then that inter club rivalries really thrived especially with the works teams. The supporters all wore the same uniform (even the kids) a cloth cap, fag hanging out of the mouth, old tweed jacket done up to the collar, hands in pockets and the obligatory club scarf, the only discernable difference between the two sides. Then they trudged up to the ground for their compulsory Saturday afternoon outing. (Except the local milkman, he was MUCH too busy). This was the golden age of Football. Then things began to go wrong...........
George Best, magic skills with a ball, but a spoilt bratt off the pitch (the first of many). Crowd violence became so endemic that at one match things were so bad that play was stopped when 22 players and a referee invaded the pitch. At least they still wore boots so heavy that the Frankenstein Monster would have objected. Not anymore, with the proffessional era came designer football shoes,celebrity status and multi million pound pay deals. they even have acting classes so they can make the most of any fall.
Of course Rugby isn't perfect, there are incidents such as Fotherington Thomas wanting to join a womans Rugby team because he could score more in the showers than on the pitch, and they also have designer shoes, but the supporters don't have to be segregated, and the Rugby Teams can go abroad and win!!!!! If anyone wants to take issue with this post, you'll find me with my head down behind a parapet.
And now in deference to Alan, I'm going to play a nice manly game of ping pong.
Best wishes, Gary.
