Footballers seem to be getting it in the neck during these coronavirus days. Some are prepared to take a wage cut; others aren’t.
When some of them earn (?get?) as much in a week as some people get in a lifetime, it’s hardly surprising there’s a difference of opinion.
But what does anyone say about the poor supporter? Nothing much. At least, nothing much that’s worth listening to.
There are 22 players on the pitch, trying to win a game between 11 and 11. And there’s a referee and at least two other ‘officials’. Yet there could be as many as 55,000 watching on from the stands, and no one seems to listen to them.
Footballers are both sportsmen and entertainers. But to be paid what they are to entertain as many as 55,000 is absurd. It’s out of all proportion. A man or boy on the terraces can only dream of the riches afforded to one of his favourite players. Yet he – or even she – gets no voice at all.
It has ever been thus, sadly. Footballers have always been heroes, doing something that the rest of us wish we could do.
But surely, in these straightened times, the players could remember what they are doing? Playing a game so that others can watch them, not taking home wads of cash for a comparatively easy week’s work. They should think about what it must be like to be a toolmaker, or to work on a production line doing the same thing hour after hour.
Then, perhaps, we might see something that hasn’t been rotted by money, and a game that is played for its own sake not for wads of cash.