Exemplar Don't Get Me Started opening

Kicking Off On Football Clubs

Now we all know that football is a great sport, bringing forth legends like Eric Cantona, George Best and the heroic Sir Bobby Charlton, but what about the downsides to this heroic game: exorbitant wages, inept role rodels and the never ending peer group pressure of football kit changes every year.

Firstly, I would like to talk about wages; now players like Wayne Rooney, Lionel Messi and Fernando Torres are on more than enough salary per year to clear Britain of its recession but do they have the heart to donate to charities? Even if it is only £10 of their staggering fortune, it will still help little Johnny, down the road, to get the kidney transplant which could keep him alive! But instead these money-making machines spend their ‘dosh’ on something much more important: booze, parties and… prostitutes? Somebody on the dole gets an average of £64 per week but football players get over £100,000 for participating in their hobby. If I had £100,000 per week for kicking a ball for 90 minutes, then life would be so sweet. But let’s get realistic, these perpetrators are leeching money out of the economy.

Another thing which really grinds my gears about football clubs, are the players who are meant to be the ‘role models’ but are more like the ‘laughing stock’, according to tabloid pictures being painted every day. In this formation is included the likes of John Terry, Ashley Cole, Peter Crouch and Wayne Rooney who are regularly regarded as sinners. I mean, no doubt Looney Rooney is a legend in the making but his latest euphemistic ‘off the pitch’ activity isn’t exactly what I would call ‘legend’ material. Rooney again can be used as a prime example of a premadonna ‘kicking off’ on the pitch, though he is much more well behaved now than last year. Last season, spectators watched uncomfortably at home, lip-reading every malicious, explicit word Wayne uttered to the ref as a goal, to make it 4-2, was disallowed whilst wearning his nation’s badge and colours. Also the manner some of these hooligans play this beautiful game is despicable; I mean if I was walking down the street and booted someone in the leg or even broke their leg, I would be receiving more than just a red piece of laminated paper, as a punishment, risen above my head as I walked away with my head ashamedly held down! So why do these players turn the artful game into a free-for-all kudos competition.