I will do everything I can to give the ludicrous European Super League a straight red
ANYONE who has watched me play football or played with me in the same match will know that I am far from an expert on the beautiful game.
But you don’t need to be an expert to horrified at the prospect of the so-called “Super League” being cooked up by a small number of clubs.
You only need a pulse to know that football is not a brand or a product. In fact it’s so much more than even a sport.
Football clubs in every town and city and at every tier of the pyramid have a unique place at the heart of their communities, and are an unrivalled source of passionate local pride.
And the joy of the game’s current structure, one that has kept people coming back year after year, generation after generation, is that even the most seemingly endless period of frustration is made bearable by the possibility, however remote, that one day you could see them rise up.
After all if Leicester City can win the Premier League, if Nottingham Forest can be champions of Europe not once but twice then maybe, just maybe, your team can do the same.
But that can only happen if the playing field is even vaguely level and the ability to progress is universal.
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The European Super League guarantees neither, which is why it has been roundly rejected by the people who matter most: the fans.
A year of empty stadiums has reminded us all that football without fans is an altogether more anaemic spectacle.
It is your game – and you can rest assured that I’m going to do everything I can to give this ludicrous plan a straight red.
