I am getting the uncomfortable feeling of age and annoyance of professional football creeping up on me. Why these two things you may ask - growing old and the most beautiful game in the world? Well, I matched a match last night, Celtic vs Arsenal and realised that, this sport, art even, has succumbed to what at the end of the day we all have seemed to be trapped by - money. You must know what I mean? At this level of football there is no way for any other team to break into what the big clubs have - except of course, with a huge injection of cash. It will be interesting to see how, after all their spending, Man City will come up with. I have heard it so many times, other managers saying that money can't buy you a winning team, so how then could the "big 4" of the english premiership stay on top if it weren't for the money?
With age come cynism, so I have been told - and it annoys me that in the past I was able to watch Celtic play and hope beyond hope that they might just win - why not? They did it in the past. And I watched, bypassing the commercials, the prawn sandwiches etc etc hoping...
But last night even that hope passed me by as I was brainwashed into thinking that this is ok - and cynism took over telling me that it not ok.
Sell sell sell...