This is where I’ve been today. I didn’t see Arsenal holding a cup.
Having spent a few months managing the national team for Easter Island I have first-hand knowledge on how broken modern football is and how know how it might be fixed. We try to complicate the issues before us, whether it be nasty “-isms” distilled from social ills or shaking hands with someone who didn’t wash after a bathroom break.
It really is such a simple answer that we can’t believe it’s possible to solve in a world where a fake Twitter account can give life to a fake Tumblr page. On Easter Island, I learned quickly a cement filler & a trowel helps to patch up your back line, but the same can hold true to those of you not made out of stone.
When cracks appear in the foundation of football as they have now, remember there is no foundation; there is no institution to uphold. It’s a game of ball. Leave it at that and try not to suck at it.
The wind beneath my wings. Also, my assistant manager.
Setting up the Wall.