Stuart Roy Clarke
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17th
March
2014

We Are Premier League by Stuart Roy Clarke

I sat in the National Football Centre with a team from the USA who had completed training. On the giant plasma was Manchester United v Liverpool, live. England’s two most successful teams ever. The American team like others had come here to get a bit of Englishness about them…revel in the pastures of the altar to the country which gave the World the modern game of football. And here before them on a big grid of screens was THE top match, almost like being there. Not all of the players rushed in from the dining-room with their deserts. Some when seated, the match playing away, played with their phones. Here was a team sent to learn and be enthused and they could partially be bothered. Admittedly they attended a live match Aston Villa v Chelsea the Saturday evening which had struck them to the core – and now this during deserts after training, on Sunday, was mere tv.

I understood then, at this moment, what the Premier League has at stake: pole position. Scudamore and those at the Premier League often criticised for power-hungry pursuits have a mission to grab our attention. And make us pay for it to keep the show rolling. If there was a succession of top matches shown from the top Leagues: Major League Soccer, Serie A, Brasileirao, Ligue1, LigaMX, Eredevisie, La Liga, Bundesliga and our English Premier League… god yes I would want OUR English league match to be the one most feted, celebrated, watched, enjoyed, talked about afterwards. I would be a bit heartbroken if it wasn’t.

17th
March
2014

The love-locks by Stuart Roy Clarke

This 2000′s fashion of locking one’s love to a bridge rail, or anything really, is just catching on in unromantic England. In Bakwell and maybe other places. Padlocks are appearing. I could well see them appearing at football grounds…’So and so’ or simply just ‘So’ on his or her own pledging undying love to _________FC and throwing away the love-lock key – into the water, over the abyss – because the love is endless.

17th
March
2014

RailwayFC by Stuart Roy Clarke

One man is running the club. There’s only a few fans. There’s just enough players to make a team if everyone turns up. The club has had to change its name a few times in recent seasons. Partly to do with which pub sponsored them and welcomed them. They play almost on the edge of a huge cement quarry. Only one of the players works there. All the rest come from towns and villages from miles around.
So what’s the point?” I ask of Mr RailwayFC
Mr RailwayFC: “I can run it how I like, even if i have to put a few bob in. And a lot of time. Doing all the jobs. No one can tell me how it should be. Or that it can’t be. It can survive.”