How do you by Sky Sports, is it not making sports more accessible to viewers to are you talking about something completely different.
It became like a sort of prison. Encased in a silver shell, words so full of bleeding need spilled like drops on dry leaves. And all the while laughter prevailed a long way from here. Nowhere land, nowhere time, nowhere space.
It just changed everything. Turned football into some kind of drama instead of just a sport. The money is obscene. Everything has to be won NOW. I can't ever remember seeing people wishing death on their own team players and manager. Doesn't help with things like Facebook and Twitter. I think a team like Chelsea sums up Sky, plastic, soulless. And 3pm kick offs. How I miss those instead of this super Sunday garbage.
It just changed everything. Turned football into some kind of drama instead of just a sport. The money is obscene. Everything has to be won NOW. I can't ever remember seeing people wishing death on their own team players and manager. Doesn't help with things like Facebook and Twitter. I think a team like Chelsea sums up Sky, plastic, soulless. And 3pm kick offs. How I miss those instead of this super Sunday garbage.
Sky Sports turned football into a business but not in a good way. The collapse of ITV Digital demonstrated how dangerous that can be.
"Lord" Sugar is to blame as he told Murdoch to "blow them [ITV] out of the water" after finding out how much ITV were going to bid for the TV rights. Greg Dyke wasn't much use either and his reform ideas are awful.
Sky encourages people to sit at home and make judgements based on what they see from their TV screens rather than go out and see their team across the country - what football is all about. It's also caused an increase in ticket prices and a decline in attendance. Football is about the whole experience, not just 90 minutes of a match. It's about spending time with your mates and having a laugh, supporting your team the whole time.
Yep 3pm kick offs on a Saturday should be the norm but sadly you'll be lucky to see half the Premier League kick off at that time.
Sky has destroyed the soul of English football. When you earn £170m for finishing last in the Premier League but teams like Hereford go bust over debts of £100k you know something has gone very wrong somewhere.
It's also given disproportionate power to the top clubs, and the idea of a league match being played abroad - which will undoubtedly happen - is a result of Sky's insatiable hunger for profit and the fact that so many people in so many countries have enveloped the brand that is the Premier League. Football has been sold by Sky as a brand, not a game.
It goes to show, that no matter how bad things get for me, there is still always one thing which brings me happiness. I must cling to this for it is the making of me, the beginning of my resurgance and the fightback epitomised. I will defeat my demons.
An ode to joy
A road to love
A note to keep your head above
The rising tide's not yet a flood on this shore
I have a friend who supports Arsenal and he never ever stops talking about net spend. He's actually proud of it and trawls through all he can find about Arsenal's books and don't get me started on the 4th place is like a trophy. We do argue in a friendly way about it but football for me boils down to trophies. Celebrating finishing 4th to me is utter madness but of course you do get Champions league money which is what matters to him most and trophies come second. It has all gone absolutely crazy
I think it's all about relative success really. It's not about winning trophies for me because I know that Palace will never win trophies unless we sell our soul and our identity, but if we win the FA Cup that would be an amazing feat. Staying in the Premier League is a success. Ultimately I want my team to win every match but if we were to be relegated to the Championship I'd probably enjoy watching games more. I'd be able to go to more of them too.
The Emirates is an awful stadium. Wonderful architecture but no character. Arsenal fans are some of the worst products of Sky IMO.
It goes to show, that no matter how bad things get for me, there is still always one thing which brings me happiness. I must cling to this for it is the making of me, the beginning of my resurgance and the fightback epitomised. I will defeat my demons.
An ode to joy
A road to love
A note to keep your head above
The rising tide's not yet a flood on this shore
I agree with you on that. Dislike them and their club. I probably dislike everyone really with Chelsea second to United. Have a soft spot for West Ham though but no idea why.
I only started following football in 2006 when I was very unwell. I live in Ireland so going to the matches was never something plausible for me really. I don't know about the old days and all this. I do agree that football has become a bit of a farce with money and players acting like some kind of idols. The true grit of the old skool is kind of lost. I do remember being a kid and my bother following all the chewing gum card players and it was more real and not about income or fame but about the sport. But things are in constant change in life and you could also say stuff like music is now more main stream and synthetic not like 1970s rockers sweating all over their leathers.
I have only ever been to one stadium and that was the Nou Camp, it was an amazing experience and I would go anywhere with anyone especially Anfield legendary hopefully. It's just harder for a woman alone going to these places in reality. Like I think Liverpool is supposed to be pretty rough so it might be a challenge.
It became like a sort of prison. Encased in a silver shell, words so full of bleeding need spilled like drops on dry leaves. And all the while laughter prevailed a long way from here. Nowhere land, nowhere time, nowhere space.
I'm not from Liverpool either so I'm not into the whole out of towners debate. Doesn't matter where you're from I think but out of towners are miles away from glory hunters and fickle fairweather fans.
I wasn't starting a debate. There was a guy working with me said some fella stood outside his house and burned a Man U flag. Lunatics.
It became like a sort of prison. Encased in a silver shell, words so full of bleeding need spilled like drops on dry leaves. And all the while laughter prevailed a long way from here. Nowhere land, nowhere time, nowhere space.
It's sardonic funny. It's not 'ha ha' funny. I don't like violence in football though but assholes will always find a reason.
It became like a sort of prison. Encased in a silver shell, words so full of bleeding need spilled like drops on dry leaves. And all the while laughter prevailed a long way from here. Nowhere land, nowhere time, nowhere space.
It's probably best you don't go to games then to be honest. There are always people singing about Munich/Hillsborough or people spitting on memorials and that is even before I get to games like Rangers/Celtic. Hell you can even top the Old Firm derby by looking at places like Italy or Turkey. Burning a flag is hardly that offensive in my opinion, same as when people burn shirts. Football is stupidly tribal maybe it's not right but it is what it is and in the grand scheme of things England is not bad for football violence. Only thing I can think of lately is when Chelsea fans spat on the Hillsborough memorial and I can't imagine many people can lambast Liverpool fans for launching into them. This isn't meant to sound snobby by the way just that if you get angry at someone burning a manc flag I think you would be horrified at what other fans chant and sing.
I know. It doesn't make me angry, I just think it's stupid. The main reason is that I am female and sensitive, I'm not like a tough nut kind of woman. Like I like football but wouldn't be into the chanting and violence. Turkish players are the worst I have heard. That's why I haven't gone to Anfield cos I would be intimidated and it's not like I have a male companion to support me there. Like how many women do you know would go to Anfiled or these places alone? Very few really.
It became like a sort of prison. Encased in a silver shell, words so full of bleeding need spilled like drops on dry leaves. And all the while laughter prevailed a long way from here. Nowhere land, nowhere time, nowhere space.
Actually I know a lot of women that go! You do get some vile chants. A few years back the Everton fans were chanting that they will kill Steven Gerrard's kids. Liverpool fans are very welcoming though. If you did go by yourself I'm sure they'd keep an eye out for you.
I spelled Anfield wrong. I would love that! Hopefully now when money starts coming in. Just had to pay out for a degree there and it crippled me. There's nothing like the buzz and energy of places like that, wouldn't mind seeing Liverpool either and I know they love Irish people there. I'd say it would be a great place for the Christmas season, met a guy before who went there St Stephen's day and he loved it.
It became like a sort of prison. Encased in a silver shell, words so full of bleeding need spilled like drops on dry leaves. And all the while laughter prevailed a long way from here. Nowhere land, nowhere time, nowhere space.
Football supporters tend to look after their own so to speak, quite well. It is stupidly tribal but there is certainly a community aspect at some clubs.
It goes to show, that no matter how bad things get for me, there is still always one thing which brings me happiness. I must cling to this for it is the making of me, the beginning of my resurgance and the fightback epitomised. I will defeat my demons.
An ode to joy
A road to love
A note to keep your head above
The rising tide's not yet a flood on this shore
The people in the Nou Camp were sedate enough, nobody really spoke to me, I was wearing a Barca jersey and scarf. I think they aren't the rowdiest of fans anyway.
It became like a sort of prison. Encased in a silver shell, words so full of bleeding need spilled like drops on dry leaves. And all the while laughter prevailed a long way from here. Nowhere land, nowhere time, nowhere space.
The closest feeling I've experienced to what it must be like at a premier league game as a local who supports his team, was watching our first XV rugby team play our rival school's rugby team. It was even showed on tv, but obviously this is on a much smaller scale. It could get get feisty, and if it wasn't for our headmaster watching our behaviour, things could have gotten really bad.
It was rather tribal, although well, we could leave our school and join the other one if we really wanted to. I didn't really like the "it's them vs us" attitude, and the way the seniors would brainwash us, in the days prior to the match, that everything about the other school was bad, and in every way we were better, etc. Most of the kids there (like me) just went because it was compulsory, but to some people, the result directly affected their identity, since the school played a role in their identity. I guess that's why some fans can go over the top, since the team becomes apart of their identity, whether by choice or by circumstance, and for the team to lose is like them losing in sense.
I would like to see a game live in Europe, but no way will I sit it the Ultras section, even of the team I support.
Messi achieved another record tonight. I missed it though, really have to get back to watching the games.
It became like a sort of prison. Encased in a silver shell, words so full of bleeding need spilled like drops on dry leaves. And all the while laughter prevailed a long way from here. Nowhere land, nowhere time, nowhere space.
Crystanbul Mkii today! Palace came from behind to beat Liverpool, who were shocking.
Milan derby as well but sadly I'm not watching it.
It goes to show, that no matter how bad things get for me, there is still always one thing which brings me happiness. I must cling to this for it is the making of me, the beginning of my resurgance and the fightback epitomised. I will defeat my demons.
An ode to joy
A road to love
A note to keep your head above
The rising tide's not yet a flood on this shore
It became like a sort of prison. Encased in a silver shell, words so full of bleeding need spilled like drops on dry leaves. And all the while laughter prevailed a long way from here. Nowhere land, nowhere time, nowhere space.
