Make Football Great Again

“Aren’t you sick of that by now?… Even if you hate me, you’ve got to admit that I’m at least saying something different.” – I’ve Heard, Hot Karl

Call it off everybody, let’s pack up and go home. The season is done! Haven’t you heard? Man Utd have won the league already. I mean sure, they’ve played 2 games against Bournemouth and Southampton (and admittedly won well), but that’s much of a muchness. They won the league in the boardroom dummies! £30 million on Bailly, another 20 odd on Mkhi…that bloke from Dortmund (his name needs more vowels, it’s ridiculous), and the coup de grace, bringing back Paul Pogba. £90 million! If the Premier League was a Mortal Kombat battle, Mourinho unleashed a crushing fatality on all of the opposition with that signing. Hand them over the league title immediately!

Except, no. You may have to whisper this part, but…

“Well They’ll Say What They Say…But It Doesn’t Mean a Goddamn Thing”

Well I’ve been coaxed out of my shell, and I promise that this page will again get the attention that I haven’t given to it for a long while. Truth is, between work, life and general laziness I haven’t made the time to update this. There’s a lot of internet out there and I’m easily distracted.

Among the things that I’ve been distracted by is comedy albums, and in particular Hannibal Buress’ (Animal Furnace, it’s great, listen to it, it’s on Spotify). It has one filler line in a joke about eating penguins, and it adds nothing to the joke, but it resonates with me.

“People never have anything.”

And yes, it is tenuously linked to football, but it speaks to my view about the world of football right now. Bear with me.