The land of hope and wonder being destroyed by money
In English football there exists a haven. A wonderful place where groups of men meet on Saturdays - sometimes a Tuesday - and they drink beer together. Some of them wait until after they’ve run around a field kicking a ball to drink their beer and others drink their beer whilst watching their mates run around a field kicking a ball. This is non-league football and it’s bloody beautiful.
The incredible thing is that this happens in every city, every town, every village and every hamlet; every weekend. Where there’s a field, someone will have painted white lines along it and put up some sticks at either end. Each game noted by the Football Association and used to update league tables that stretch down to the 24th tier - each containing countless divisions. Every last one of these clubs th
