Football is increasingly played by pansies who roll around on the floor, supposedly in agony, if an opposition player barely touches them. Pretty soon it will be a sport without any physical contact to protect the poor little rich boys on £250,000 a week who are so delicate a tap on the ankle and they hit the deck, rolling over ten times before clutching the shattered ankle and looking in agony, beseechingly at the referee urging him to deal with the attacker. Once a yellow card is brandished at the opponent there is a miraculous receovery.
Contrast that with a game for real men, ice hockey:
