REAL BEAUTIFUL GAME
Football at its most pure
IAM sure you know by now, but the beautiful game no longer exists – well, not at a professional level anyway. The moneymen, television channels and greedy hangers-on have robbed us of the things we loved so dear; muddy pitches, footballers with a personality, and even good old tackling.
Oh, how I long to see a player rolling around on the floor because he is actually hurt.
You might think this is purely a bitter rant about the good old days, but actually it’s quite the opposite.
This is a stirring war cry to get all you men off your lazy backsides and out of the clutches of the wives and girlfriends who spit their dummy out if you don’t go shopping with them on a Saturday afternoon…or Sunday morning for that matter.
This is an attempt to inspire and motivate you to see the error of your ways. Instead of watching Jeff and the TV boys laugh at Kammy and Merse, you should be part of something real, and laughing at your teammate in the changing room who discovers a bottle of nail varnish in his bag (it’s not his, honest!).
Or you should be on the pitch when the ref gets a ball in the face or at the pub after the game when you all stay on for that one too many. I want to bring your footy dreams back to life.
The beautiful game does exist - and you can be part of it.
This season I have been undertaking a personal photography project, documenting the mighty Lenham Wanderers of the Express Cabs Maidstone and District Premier Division.
Lenham are a club run on passion and loyalty not money and greed (which is a good job because I don’t think much cash will be heading Lenham’s way anytime soon unless Continued on next page