I used to love football, I lived football, I watched football, live at Goodison...I was there before Carey took his Taxi...On the local park, on TV, I played football from after my breakfast until it was too dark to see if 'The next goal was indeed - the winner,', I played around the (some now defunt) leagues, on all the ( mostly built upon) local pitches, I coached football, men, women, boys, girls, from 6 to 56.
But somewhere along the way, gradually, football changed, football left me and/or I grew Immune to the virus or more likely the virus mutated
(*off topic alert* pretty much like Harold Wilson's labour party left me too)
The little bit of football I can still tolerate comes in a blue shirt and...for now...resides in L4.
Not in the HQ of the F.A. or Stockley Park.