The Modern Game
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Is it just me getting disillusioned with the game today. Back when I was growing up in the 60's watching the game it was so simple. There was no VAR, the offside rule simple and handball was handball, There was only one camera high up above the stands broadcasting, calm commentary from the likes of Brian Moore, Motson or Kenneth Wolstenholme dressed in sheepskins or heavy raincoats. Not a hint of some squeaky voiced dolly bird dressed in the latest fashion nodding furiously at every comment made by those who knew what they were talking about.
, The referees decision was final and the linesman generally so. Goalkeepers caught the ball and also took goal kicks unless injured. Players went down only if they had a broken leg and any other injury play was waved on until it went out of play. The object of the game was to score more goals than the opposition, none of this sideways, sideways, sideways and back, before sideways. sideways again. I remember the boos and the slow handclaps if they dared pass back to the keeper in those days.
And then there is the allure of the players themselves. Never mind the allure of going to the games to watch our own players, Bobby Moore, Geoff Hurst, Billy Bonds or Trevor Brooking, I would go to games to see the oppositions special attractions, The Stan Bowles, Rodney Marshes or the George Bests and Bobby Charltone. Even the lower teams like Spurs had their Jimmy Greaves, Burnley's Ralph Coates, or Leicester Citys Frank Worthington. Even goalkeepers would get me out on a freezing snow driven day like Pat Jennings, Gordon Banks or Peter Shilton. So many names from nearly all teams but there isn't a single Premier League player that would tempt me to part with my hard earned today.
Of course, I can't stop whinging without a mention to the sterilised grounds of today. The day the demolition of the Twin Towers of Wembley was the start of the rot in my opinion. Highbury, The original Den of Millwall, White Hart Lane and of course our own Boleyn Ground. Gone are the roasted peanuts, hot chestnuts braziers, burgers dripping in greasy fat and onions and the spit and sawdust pubs of the day. I won't mention the price match tickets these days. Corporate Hospitality? That was for those who had a seat wasn't it?
Anyone feel the same?







