The strange thing is I’m beginning not to miss football or even think about it all that much. It must be like some kind of drug, if it’s there you keep taking it. The situation has also highlighted for me the mad and unpalatable truth of how we’re encouraging obscene payments to these guys some of whom who are being nursed back to health by someone whose annual pay would be swallowed in a couple of days of theirs. What is it all about I ask?
I have always felt that in part, football is a distraction to the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune that everybody faces in their lives at some time. A time to switch off from the harsh realities of the real world and lose ourselves in a world of make believe and fantasy.
I’m sure I’ll change this depressing view when it all begins again. Probably because I’ll be more than ready to return to the fantasy after the nightmare of Coronavirus.