Game 1, 2017-18
In the country where I live the football
press is pregnant with pre-season flam. It can't wait to give birth to the new
season, but for now is hampered by interviews in which every coach, player and
manager is obliged to say that this year they have a really strong squad, and
that all the lads worked very hard during training camp. The clubs are all in
such good shape that clearly no one will be getting relegated next spring.
Cycling towards my first game of the
season, I wish that referees could be afforded a platform for such inane
optimism. "This year," I would tell the reporter from The Referee's Recorder, "I think
that all players will be so focused on improving their game that they will
allow the referees free rein to call the game as they see fit. We will see
unprecedented levels of sportsmanship, and I doubt that I will have to whistle
a single foul all season, let alone show a yellow card."
In fact what dulls my mood on a warm,
breezy day is the prospect of all the inevitable cards and complaints over the
coming months. This opener is a friendly game, but we've all learnt by now that
classifying a football match as 'friendly' is like calling the civil war in
Yemen a temperate discussion ground for some minor differences in interpreting
the word of the Koran. Players don't tend to end the afternoon by swapping
phone numbers and arranging to go out for a beer next week sometime.
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