Why don’t you…?

This afternoon I’m off to watch a staggeringly glamorous cup tie in the Sussex County Football Association’s Royal Ulster Rifles Charity (they donated it, rather than it being a fundraiser, incidentally) Cup. As with the majority of these hearty, russet-cheeked British autumnal sporting treats, it kicks off at 3 p.m. It’s a growing football bugbear for an increasingly vocal number of supporters, therefore, that the growing influence of the great god television dictates that the majority of league teams will spend at least part of the year kicking off at silly o’clock. Those of you (un?)lucky enough to follow Manchester United, Chelsea, Arsenal or Liverpool will probably have pretty much forgotten what the inside of a football ground looks like at three in the afternoon on a Saturday, thanks to new social advances such as SKY SUPER SUNDAYS and the like. I’ve got nothing against a Sunday afternoon televised game – I grew up in the 1980s watching The Big Match – Live on ITV, and it’s arguable it was as responsible as anything else for stirring my interest in the game. However, back then it was a special thing, an out of the ordinary thing, a break from the norm. The modern day blanket TV coverage is, almost certainly, the cause of the statistic – reported on in the latest When Saturday Comes magazine – that the average...

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