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Read this you cunts.

http://fpffuk.wordpress.com/2014/08/15/football-without-soul-ollyvertweet/

Poetry is fucking gay and that one is gay and shit.

Yeah, nothing says "Fuck you, Premier League" like a rhyming couplet.

It's gay and shit and it's interesting how gay and shit oue league is

No doubting the subject matter, just very poorly executed and written like a schoolboy

The premier league is brilliant. Dream teams, betting, transfer rumours, cheating talking points, etc,etc all of it fucking great.
Football doesn't have a soul either. Never has,its a sport.

There was a league called Premier
Whose chairman talked out of his Derrière
But everyone loves a little bit of a circus
Fun doesn't always have to have a purpose
But for it's demise we wouldn't shed a tear


There we go, I'm a fecking poet too.

Thought it was quite good

The Premier League
It is not really that bad
So calm the fuck down

Not going to lie, it's a shameless plug for a friends blog, so as long as you click the link I couldn't give two fucks what you think of it. For what it's worth, I think it's utter shite.

Well played, Crispy. Well played.

It's the South Bank Show, with Jayo and Crispy.

I was thinking Zig and Zag.

This isn't another 15 year old who's "Against Modern Football" is it?

https://twitter.com/OllyverTweet

"40-something father. Old New Romantic. Admirer of Adidas trainees, wedge haircuts and synths. Avowed left-winger. Coal Not Dole."

Someone put up otanswell's bat signal

that doesn't even rhyme.

Premier League
They're having a laugh
Premier League
They're having a laugh
Who cares about soul?
Run me a bath

Maskell putting us 2-0 up at Wembley and the memory of it making the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end 21 years later...THWACK!

The Edinburgh Derby at Easter Road - Standing in the Hearts End - The entire home part of the Ground to a man singing along to Sunshine On Leith - Ears literally ringing half an our after the end when Hearts have won 1-0 with a late goal.

Bumping into old friends and acquaintances at away games who I may not have seen for years but it's like you last saw them a couple of weeks ago

Going to Anfield and seeing the Shankley Gates and the Heysel and Hillsborough Memorials for the first time

Sitting up in the North Stand at the County Ground 10 minutes before kick off on a warm Saturday afternoon in September - Looking out over the Wiltshire Downs and Liddington Castle off the to the left and Old Town with Christ Church on top of the hill over to the right - Thinking, 'There is nowhere else in the World I would rather be right now'.

Doing the tours of Celtic Park and Old Trafford and smelling the history and tradition.

Going to a new ground - The first time you set eyes on the pitch

On the way to the Ground on match day - the smell of the dodgy burger vans and cigarette/cigar smoke

In a pub on the outskirts of some town about 90 minutes before kick off, packed full of Town fans and about 3 pints in - LOU MACARI'S RED AND WHITE ARMY!

Working men - Dockers, Ship Builders, Steel Workers - back in the 20's Knocking off work at noon - straight down the pub then packing the terraces of Ibrox, St James Park and Hillsborough.

If fantasy football and transfer rumours and betting are what take your fancy that's fine. I'm not knocking that but...
Football has and never has had any soul? Really??

All of the above and so much more are why I love football in general and STFC in general. Yes, football is a sport, obviously. But NO FUCKING SOUL?? ARE YOU SURE?? WHAT A LOAD OF BOLLOCKS!!

For what it's worth, I think the poem is fine. Shelly or Keates it aint but there's plenty there I can relate to.

Your a great mate Crispy aren't you? Posting you own mate's work then saying it's a load of shit - good work fella!

P.S. In spite of appearances to the contrary, I am actually in a very good mood. I just disagree very strongly with Arriba's point and felt the need to voice it.
  

Short,succinct and true but absolutely pointless

:D

But what's the point in anything? We're all just filling in time while we're waiting to die aren't we?

I think so as well,  thanks.

All good things about football but that doesn't equate to football having a soul. it doesn't. It just brings out different emotions and meanings to different people as you explain above.