Poem -

THE GREED OF FOOTBALL

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Once considered a game for the working manĀ 
Football in England was where it all beganĀ 
Support your team and you will be called a fan
Scoring goals is the ultimate master planĀ 

Now the sport I love is taken over by greedĀ 
A super league proposal is not what we needĀ 
Players,managers,pundits are all totally agreedĀ 
Hoping this proposerous idea will not succeedĀ 

I support my team regardless win lose or drawĀ 
Will have my support today and forever moreĀ 
The greed of football is very worrying for sureĀ 
Rich teams have no consideration for the poor

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The fish of the sea

Yes, I agree Kieran, an equal playing ground would be a great idea! Although what do I know, if I were prime minister I think we'd end up with communism! Enjoyed this one a lotĀ 

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Shaun Cronick

Kieran you clarion it so wisely, loudly and I hear you, for their is more at stake than just the beautiful game.
It' s a V's up to all fans who week after week travelling many expensive miles let alone the price of a ticket to religiously supportĀ  and cheer their loved but now avarice driven financial managment/directors/owners teams.
How much money do they seek for how much is too much?
Full honours bestowed and a great write but I guess sad you had to write it in the first place.
And the love of money is the root to all evil.
The players should go on strike, ALL who are affected by this foolhardy and reckless stupidity.
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