Dick Habbin's hairdo This isn't an over-reaction thread at all.
On the contrary, what Floyd and Ian Herring have crafted are outstanding soliloquies to the state of modern football.
Both these posts could relate to any club outside the top dozen of the Primmadonnaship. I bet you could knock on the door of hundreds of thousands of footy supporters throughout the land and find empathy with these offerings from Messrs Streete and Herring.
It's a sad indictment on the state of the game; the influence of The Digger; money-bags mystery 'benefactors' looking to build a global brand; and the aspirations of small time, small town chairmen.
I know I'll always be RFC - I may even turn up at the Rec next season - but these contributions encapsulate a wave of disillusionment with football generally and not RFC specifically.
ps: Floyd and Ian - hope you don't mind, but I've copied both your posts and added them as notes to my Slagbook page. Duly accredited, of course.
Author, author! Brilliant posts by Floyd and Herring, which encapsulate in far more urbane (and funny) terms ALL of what is wrong with football today. As alluded to in an earlier thread, I did go and get my coaching badges and I now have rediscovered the joy of the game by coaching kids. I get more enjoyment out of that than watching some preening, multi-tattooed twat performing synchronized goal celebrations with his barely literate teammates.
Football. Is. Dead.