London is a festering cesspool of sin and iniquity, bright lights and sordid lifestyles
House prices are astronomical and you need a footballers wage to be able to afford
accommodation. London turns footballing legs to jelly, and brains to massaging oil.
Look what London did to Watkins and Benrahman in the playoff final.
What footballers need are modest wages commensurate with their skills and to live
above a chip shop in Weatherby. They need a flat cap and a whippet which they take
out for a walk every morning after they have made their beds and cooked their own
breakfast. They need to choose the Bielsa spartan life and become footballing legends.
There is no other way.



