One big disillusion

You might be thinking this is a great time for futbolite. Lots of stuff to discuss. This whole story going on in Italy, the world cup coming up. Yet there has been complete silence. Indeed, personally I cannot really get myself to talk about football these days. Everything which could be said has already been splashed on all kinds of media, including, and most of all, on non-sports-related media where people who don't have the necessary passion discuss investigations by prosecutions and who demand the resignation of x and y. It's so not good for the game.

So here I am, wondering what a cheated disappointed fan might still have to say. Nothing at all. Hope to see some real football during the world cup? I should be more than eager, being one of the lucky ones to plan to actually watch a match in Kaiserslautern on the 26th June. Yet, the feeling is that football - and probably most sports - on a professional level is one big mess. World cup and all included. Fan talk is there no more. The much loved sfotto' on Moggi and co. has actually been revealed as true!

This is why I insist, today more than ever, that the real game is just round the corner, not on tv in midweek. It is in grassroots football, the one kids play at school, the one you play with work colleagues where the heart is often way more willing than your physique allows! It's amateur teams battling out on sunday mornings where the best part is having a beer with the opponent at the end.

That's were the game resides. That is what leads to an acute form of futbolite.