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This fan has had enough.
Not of Everton, but of the English game as a whole.
Due to the ever-widening gap between the have & the have-nots, The Premiership holds little interest to me any more – a mere annual precession of inevitability.
Season after season, the same old teams, with mostly foreign names, winning before the starters-gun has even gone-off.
The betting-slip I hold in my hand for next season, may as well be thrown in the bin, there’s no need to see the race results, they are a fore-gone conclusion.
There is no longer any magic to the English game, the era when ‘every dog had its day’ is over, to the detriment of the sport. Most children today, will never see their side, win a major trophy.
The reality is, Everton children, are also lumbered in this mass of ‘great un-washed’.
The Premiership and the English game as a whole, offers so little, to supporters outside the perpetual ‘Top Four’ and their hordes of condescending, obnoxious fans.
Fifth is now a badge of success.
Yet, such is the gulf, the fifth best team is unable to beat the 3rd best in 23 attempts.
Survival, fifth or the local derby, is what the so called-premiership revolves around for most fans.
Wop-de-fuck.
Clubs the size of Everton are merely cannon fodder, make-pieces to the self-professing system that enables four clubs to lord-over 88 others.
It can be likened to the pages of some ghastly Angela’s Ashes type historical novel, where the characters,accept they are born into that strata of society, and just make the best of things, and look enviously over at the rich in their manor.
Proud, passionate people, who still have aspirations – but these aspirations are to put food on the table, and hope life will be better for their off-spring.
So I’m opting-out of the English game, being part of the underclass.
I’m likening this to an exercise in parental tough-love.
Yes, there is hurt in the process.
And until more fans opt-out like me, and signal so, in a public-fashion, where ‘the powers that be’ can see the visible backlash to the English game, in terms of falling Sky-Subscriptions, patronage etc – nothing will change.
In twenty years, we’ll still be where we are today.
Clinging onto history, like a child with a comfort-blanket, bemoaning our place in the footballing scheme of things, over a pint – but doing nothing purposeful about it.
Blindly participating in a perennial devotion that resembles, some warped religious ceremony where practitioners indulge in flagellation, and blood-letting.
All for what, I ask?
The cause is hopeless, an act of share futility, being played out at your expense.
All the huffing & puffing, team spirit, coaching you instill in the individuals , can-not substitute the fact our players are, in some areas, not in the same league as those of the top four –never can be.
So wake-up, rub your eyes and see what I can view, all so vividly.
The emperor has no clothes.
Good-bye, for the time being.
Paul
[May 2008]
Footnote: the first month (August) of Sky-TV coverage has just been published and goes to validate the rort Everton supporters meekly allow to occur:
Manchester United = 4 Live Games
Chelsea = 4 Live Games
Arsenal = 3 Live Games
Liverpool = 3 Live Games
Man City = 3 Live Games
Friggin' Spurs = 3 Live Games
and......
Everton = 1 Live Game (and that was only because we were playing The Arse!)
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THE DELECTABLE LORENA BERNAL
IS MIKEL ARTETA'S CURRENT
FOR MORE SUITABLY UNDRESSED WAGS TAKE MY
'WHICH WAGS WHICH TEST??'
Look here ya deviate
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 Far be it for me to spread dispersions , but when passions are
ignited these sort of tendancies can bubble to the surface.
"Jagielka Crocked for final !"
"Arteta out for 2009!"
"Yakubu knackered"
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