English Football: Food for Thought?

I have had many a revelation when in the shower, and yesterday was one such moment. I was thinking about English football in general, and all of a sudden started thinking about English food (in general).

If you really delve into it, English football is a lot like English food.
English food, for the whole part, is not very nutritious, but very wholesome, and filling. It is epitomizes a hearty meal, yet tastes like soggy cardboard, and as a result, to give it more flavour, needs a load of foreign imports (see where I’m going with this?), like spices and artificial flavourings and whatnot, to give it that extra taste.

English football. At its best, it is passionately played by a proud nation. Every hoof, and long-ball is delivered with 100% passion, and every groin crunching, eye watering tackle is made with 100% commitment, and sometimes 100% inaccuracy. Thing is, on the technical side, the stereotypical English attacking player has all the technical skill, and flair of a rampaging elephant. As a result, to make it more pleasing on the eye, it needs extra ingredients from overseas. A Dennis Bergkamp here, and a Gianfranco Zola there, along with a little bit of Thierry Henry and some Xabi Alonso, and all of a sudden you have a recipe for a fantastic league.

But at what cost? The national team is floundering more than, well, a flounder I suppose. The fact that the national dish of Great Britain is the curry, says a lot for British, and English cuisine. The way that the country has openly accepted food from abroad is not too dissimilar to the way that the nations football fans, who support the top clubs, go to see their respective teams play each week, and cheer on their foreign stars.

Its only when they realise what they are in danger of loosing, that they wake up and smell the (imported) coffee. By that time however, it may already be too late…

By Wattagoalbyriise