The Future of Football

The big clubs were the first to go. Consumed from within due to fighting over money. Their histories left in tatters, rotting like leathery roadkill, baking in the heat of a summer sunset. Then the TV coverage went. With no football titans the crowds just stopped tuning in. Soon footballing civilisation fell away. Directors and owners were chased from the boardrooms and smashed into the tarmac with crudely fashioned weapons. Stadiums went into disrepair, inhabited by massive tribes of lost supporters, closed off to followers of other teams. As the big teams were now gone, they were resurrected by passionate fans, their storied histories kept alive by drip feed. Rough, savage leagues sprang up providing a home for the recently jobless footballers. They now played for pride, not obscene amounts of money. There was the next match, the hunger for success, the primal scream of the fans, that was all. As football spectactularly imploded sending flaming debris settling upon all and sundry, it somehow scrabbled its shabby pride from the dirt, dusted it off and got on with being something that was admirable again.