'Pay Up Pompy, Pompy Pay Up!'

I fear this blog has become akin to a digital roll of toilet paper. Are we passionate journo’s punting our opinions on a monthly basis or are we posting our skid-marks on this digital refrigerator? I would challenge the world to ask tough questions in the face of the sight-blinding-dirt of bullshit factories. Maybe we shouldn’t dwell on the decrepit state of this blog, after all fear attracts like energy.

Are we not expressing our personal truths about the quiet end to the decade and this upcoming World Cup because of lethargy? The world’s sport, our beautiful game is the lifeblood as it sustains us through the highs, lows, summer and winter breaks. Pay your respects. Not to the burial pot allotted to the game by its corrupt handlers at FIFA, but the eternal flame within. The power of our sport breaks down barriers and unites humanity in a common passion. Yet can we not dedicate ourselves to a larger cause?

Neruda wrote in La Parable, “to not speak, is to die among beings.” EPL is hot, Liverpool is disintegrating, Madrid and now the Red Devils were gaint-killed from domestic cups by 3rd tier clubs, transfer wispers, manager sack races, HMS issues tax windups to Pompy and Notts, Pompy will start a cycle of teams collapsing under debt, ECC hat-tricks, predictions and knock-out stage drama, Owen revitalized for United and not England, fans chanting ‘Pay up Pompey, Pompey pay up!’ Yet from all of these current footballing events since August are none worth mention?!

From our world of ideal the sfumato perspective is not always clear, our media obstructs those in dire need of help, or larger powers conspire against the innocent pushed exponentially closer to the brink of society. Hope may not always spring eternal, if we stop fighting for what is right in this world. Free Eric Frimpong! Free players from modern agent slavery. Liberate our tournaments at all levels of match-fixing gamblers. Liberate the grassroots game from neglect. Liberate yourself to feel alive in this World Cup Year.