So, all of a sudden the chattering classes care about football fans? Yesterday, the kind of people who usually wring their hands about the vulgar, tattooed hordes who pack into grounds and chant unspeakable things at the opposing team, posed as the champions of fans.
A European Super League would be a contemptuous assault on the salt-of-the-earth football-watchers who are the heart and soul of every great team, they said.
Politicians, sports commentators, and Guardianistas — they were all at it; all waving a metaphorical scarf for the good ol’ English footie fan currently being betrayed by filthy rich oligarchs who see football as little more than a money-making machine.
It was quite the turnaround, so you’ll forgive me if I don’t entirely buy it.
After all, aren’t these the same people who have been foisting the BLM ideology on football fans for months on end to try to cleanse them of their probable racism? Aren’t they the same people who will churn out outraged column after outraged column when fans chant iffy things or, in the case of Spurs, refer to themselves as the Yid Army?
The truth is that in recent years football has been under attack by a pincer movement
Aren’t these the same people who have either turned a blind eye – or cheered – the introduction of extraordinarily infantilising measures at matches to control the heaving, sweating crowds?
There have been plenty of patronising edicts.
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