Surprised by the Booboys Harry?

You shouldn’t be

My first encounter with the yobs who frequent football was at the hands of Tottingham supporters at Derby County’s old Baseball Ground back in the days of Clough & Taylor. Derby had whacked ‘em and as I stood waiting for the crowd to thin out, Tottingham supporters on their way out, were expressing their anger at losing, by lashing out at anybody in their path.

 I haven’t been to matches much since those days. But I can see that not much has changed when the bitchy remarks which have been visited upon you, attributed to so-called supporters, are taken into account. Inevitably football is a game of winners and losers and these days the cretins expect to win every match. They come in the (what Planet are you from category?) and football is losing its way, amidst the obscene wage and transfer fee arrangements of the modern day game.

 It’s not football as we know it anymore,  it’s like playing with a beachball in plimpsols. For the way this modern ball flies, is ridiculous. One end of the pitch to the other like a rocket. It’s a wonder the goalie doesn’t scored more goals than the strikers.

 A radical rethink is long overdue, maybe the approaching credit storm will restore a bit of long needed sustainability to the game. It’s time reality began to dawn on the clowns who’ve turned our national pastime into a bearpit. With this barmy wage structure, transfer system and a no lose mentality. Inevitably there have to be winners and losers.

Ignore ‘em Harry, take the rough with the smooth, but you shouldn’t be surprised by the Booboys.

Watch this space, I’ll be back!

Tom.

P.S. Tottingham by the way, was the mangled pronunciation of Ossy Ardiles. former player and manager. In the days when real skill was on display.