by ferrarilover » 05 Dec 2010, 16:37
My feelings, I imagine, are exactly the same as any right thinking football fan; money will kill top level football in this country.
The unstoppable tidal wave of ever increasing salary demands, transfer fees and agents bonuses will, inevitably, grow so large as to necessitate a world super league comprising the 15 or so most grand, super-rich clubs.
Sadly, the curse of 'spend today - recoup tomorrow' has begun to pervade the lower echelons of professional football. Take the case of Cambridge United of two years ago, spent money like there was no tomorrow, failed to win promotion (beaten by a team comprised largely of free players) now languishing in the lower reaches of the BSP.
What of Crawley Town (a team no one likes, but equally a team no genuine football fan would wish to see wound up) should they fail in their £1,000,000 bid to win league status?
At the very top, how long will it be before we see a player on £300,000 a week? I recall, with great sadness, the day I heard of the first players rumoured to be demanding £100,000 a week. Shortly thereafter, we had another player insisting that he be paid more than any other and so the rapid downward descent into oblivion began in earnest.
English football owes a great debt of gratitude to the present incumbent of the Arsenal managerial role. His methods of running a club on a reasonable budget, implementing a rigid wage structure and cap and utilising the youth system of which that club are rightly proud, rather than rely on the vastly inflated transfer market ought to be the model of good practice for managers the world over. By implementing this frugal fiscal policy, he has allowed the club to build, for free, a brand new ground which, it is universally agreed, is the crowning glory of football stadia in this sceptred Isle.
Dearest reader will doubtless concur that a salary of £100,000 a year is a most generous offer to a man charged with partaking in a child s pastime for a living. The merest hint of paying a similar sum per week ought best be met with gentle laughter, free of genuine enthusiasm such that the practice of suggesting such amounts need not be oft repeated.
Where and how it will all end is the guess of any man concerned. For my tuppence, I shall suggest a cataclysm of Louis Vuitton man bags, dollar bills and corporate sponsorship, the light duly emitted a hue of spray tan orange, visible as far away as the planet Mars. Alternatively of course, it could all continue Ad Infinitum, growing larger and larger until the day where football consumes all the world's money in a single weekend.
I fear for the future of football as we know it, it is an odd paradox that to save itself, football may first have to die.
Matt.
My feelings, I imagine, are exactly the same as any right thinking football fan; money will kill top level football in this country.
The unstoppable tidal wave of ever increasing salary demands, transfer fees and agents bonuses will, inevitably, grow so large as to necessitate a world super league comprising the 15 or so most grand, super-rich clubs.
Sadly, the curse of 'spend today - recoup tomorrow' has begun to pervade the lower echelons of professional football. Take the case of Cambridge United of two years ago, spent money like there was no tomorrow, failed to win promotion (beaten by a team comprised largely of free players) now languishing in the lower reaches of the BSP.
What of Crawley Town (a team no one likes, but equally a team no genuine football fan would wish to see wound up) should they fail in their £1,000,000 bid to win league status?
At the very top, how long will it be before we see a player on £300,000 a week? I recall, with great sadness, the day I heard of the first players rumoured to be demanding £100,000 a week. Shortly thereafter, we had another player insisting that he be paid more than any other and so the rapid downward descent into oblivion began in earnest.
English football owes a great debt of gratitude to the present incumbent of the Arsenal managerial role. His methods of running a club on a reasonable budget, implementing a rigid wage structure and cap and utilising the youth system of which that club are rightly proud, rather than rely on the vastly inflated transfer market ought to be the model of good practice for managers the world over. By implementing this frugal fiscal policy, he has allowed the club to build, for free, a brand new ground which, it is universally agreed, is the crowning glory of football stadia in this sceptred Isle.
Dearest reader will doubtless concur that a salary of £100,000 a [i]year[/i] is a most generous offer to a man charged with partaking in a child s pastime for a living. The merest hint of paying a similar sum per week ought best be met with gentle laughter, free of genuine enthusiasm such that the practice of suggesting such amounts need not be oft repeated.
Where and how it will all end is the guess of any man concerned. For my tuppence, I shall suggest a cataclysm of Louis Vuitton man bags, dollar bills and corporate sponsorship, the light duly emitted a hue of spray tan orange, visible as far away as the planet Mars. Alternatively of course, it could all continue Ad Infinitum, growing larger and larger until the day where football consumes all the world's money in a single weekend.
I fear for the future of football as we know it, it is an odd paradox that to save itself, football may first have to die.
Matt.