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I was asked to link the following tunes. I haven't heard them - may be cool... Give it a spin...

Amanda Blank 'Shame On Me' (VIKING Remix) LINK
Cazals 'Life Is Boring' (VIKING Remix) LINK

And if you're really bored: http://www.gbh.tv/mp3/ :oD

Is football really that ugly?

Amidst this furore of obeisance we have to the media, how blind do you think we really are? Can we see that ugliness or are we bowing down to the behaviours of our clubs and accepting their rhetoric without thought or question? Are we basically lost and just following through?

One question resonates for me, over and over and over again. What is football? Is it what Sky Sports says? Is it what the BBC says? Is it some nostalgic nuance filled with romantic communal beauty? Is it hooliganism and rivalry and aggression and overpowering? What exactly are we looking for in all this?

Is it all just mundanely, a group of people, around the world, in their billions, filling their waking moments, simply awaiting to die.

I checked article after article regarding Arsene Wenger's recent fatiguegate narratives that wake up over and over again. Who tells him to say these things? Why do the press go to newly promoted clubs for a soundbite? I am sure every other club are hotly waiting at the phones to give a response as Alex Ferguson, chosen spokesperson for Manchester United (alongside spokesmen at other clubs too, like Benitez, Hughes etc) will be impulsively awaiting to do the job they are paid millions to do - be a figurehead to take the flack from the mistakes that others have made.

It's an equation you see. Your brilliance, your achievements, are clearly related to the clubs around you and also the work you put into a club. Quite strange then, that Arsene Wenger releases a soundbite, after years of experience in football, stating quite clearly the fatigue these powerhouse athletes feel when they do what they are paid for. Don't worry; I'm not being flippant or ironic. This is my realistic estimation of events.

Neither, am I, moaning. This is the gloss, the glamour, the prestige of modern football. We bask and look in awe at the soundbites that smother 90 minutes of athleticism, don't we? The internet, aflood with comments, opinion, debate, argument, rumour, gossip, supposition, conjecture that make up what football really is.

Football is nasty, it's ugly, it's projecting pain, anguish, anxiety, the frustrations of your family, the divorce, betrayal, dirty tackles and sensationalist spitting, messianic literary posturing, cliques, fighting - all the bloody horror of life.

Beauty is truth, truth beauty.

Fiction and nasty pain and all that stupid romanticism as we mentally bow down to the glamourous illusions from the football clubs is not real football. I think the internet, the media, they are all immersed in a world of exaggeration from the unseen.

Do we really need to talk about what we see on a football pitch? Does it have to be spoken out loud? Shouldn't it be completely hidden, secretive and lost...

Maybe it is...

Maybe, there are football fans out there, hiding from all this chaotic wordiness and all the ugliness of mass communication and emails and facebook and twattering. Maybe, there are people, like you and I or whoever you are reading this - thinking, maybe we're a lost group, who don't like papers, who don't like magazines, who fucking despise youtube and all this social networking rape on society and football. All the internet and all it's gross betrayal of the greatest piece of communication from the 19th Century that tells stories like no piece of mass communication could ever tell and could ever interpret...

that piece of communication is football and doesn't need adulteration.

We're still out there.