I hope, pray, our talented kids don’t get their heads turned by fat-cat clubs

SUNDAY morning football remains a staple of our society … but not for the professionals.

For kids, for boys and girls, for grown-up plodders, it is still part of the fabric of a football-lover’s life.

In the modern era, you can then go home and watch a match on the TV, assuming you can afford the subscription fees.

In the not-too-distant future, you might miss one or two games because your beloved Liverpool, Manchester United, or whoever, might be playing when you are.

A suggestion to stage matches at 11.30am on a Sunday will apparently be discussed when the next round of TV deals comes up for grabs.

That kick-off time would be ideal for the Asian market … and absolutely lousy for fans wanting to travel to games, not to mention those who would normally be playing themselves.

But as their interests are seldom taken into account, we can probably look forward to United versus Liverpool before the church bells have stopped ringing.

CAN you imagine a sporting event in which 32 competitors have DIED over the last decade? An event on our doorsteps? Alan Bonner, from the Republic of Ireland, became the third rider to be killed at this year’s Isle of Man TT races.

Four lost their lives in 2016. Enthusiasts reckon its the purest thrill in their sport. Perhaps. To the outsider, it seems fortunate to get any sort of sanction.

CONSIDERING the form he is in, that Andy Murray got to the French Open semis, and took Stan Wawrinka to five sets, is testament to his sheer bloodymindedness.