for the love of the game
Football. It's not just the game we watch.
It's long summer days, jumping the fence onto the Astro.
It's five-a-side on concrete.
It's keepy ups round the back of the garages.
It's wall ball down the park.
It's football in the playground with a tennis ball.
It's headers and volleys and sixty seconds.
It's getting picked for the school team.
It's ice-cold days and the ball slapping your thigh.
It's supporting your team because your family does, and never asking why.
It's switching the computer off and on again as you're about to lose the cup final on Champ Manager.
It's playing FIFA for the first time and feeling like your heroes.
It's Sunday afternoons watching Football Italia on Channel 4...Baggio, Baresi, Van Basten…
It's teletext as the scores roll in, waiting for the pages to tick round.
It's the match on the radio on a long drive.
It's watching the Premier League for the first time and getting served more football than our brains could handle.
It's your first shirt and your first match.
It's your first pie, burger and pint.
It's joining your first team and making your first real mates.
It's the smell of Deep Heat, cold changing rooms and asking "anyone got tape?"
It's driving round the North Circ with an A–Z to an away game and forgetting your shinnies.
It's post-match jugs of beer and a platter of sausage and chips.
It's watching England — in the stands, on the sofa, on a bar stool — sharing heartbreak with a whole country.
It's knowing that whoever they support, the person next to you feels exactly the same as you do.
Football is ours. Football is yours.
And when the sun sets and it's time to go home, the one thing we know for certain is that football will be here tomorrow come rain or shine.
Topflight Fantasy FootballFor the love of the game
for the love of the game
Football. It's not just the game we watch.
It's long summer days, jumping the fence onto the Astro.
It's five-a-side on concrete.
It's keepy ups round the back of the garages.
It's wall ball down the park.
It's football in the playground with a tennis ball.
It's headers and volleys and sixty seconds.
It's getting picked for the school team.
It's ice-cold days and the ball slapping your thigh.
It's supporting your team because your family does, and never asking why.
It's switching the computer off and on again as you're about to lose the cup final on Champ Manager.
It's playing FIFA for the first time and feeling like your heroes.
It's Sunday afternoons watching Football Italia on Channel 4...Baggio, Baresi, Van Basten…
It's teletext as the scores roll in, waiting for the pages to tick round.
It's the match on the radio on a long drive.
It's watching the Premier League for the first time and getting served more football than our brains could handle.
It's your first shirt and your first match.
It's your first pie, burger and pint.
It's joining your first team and making your first real mates.
It's the smell of Deep Heat, cold changing rooms and asking "anyone got tape?"
It's driving round the North Circ with an A–Z to an away game and forgetting your shinnies.
It's post-match jugs of beer and a platter of sausage and chips.
It's watching England — in the stands, on the sofa, on a bar stool — sharing heartbreak with a whole country.
It's knowing that whoever they support, the person next to you feels exactly the same as you do.
Football is ours. Football is yours.
And when the sun sets and it's time to go home, the one thing we know for certain is that football will be here tomorrow come rain or shine.
Topflight Fantasy FootballFor the love of the game
for the love of the game
Football. It's not just the game we watch.
It's long summer days, jumping the fence onto the Astro.
It's five-a-side on concrete.
It's keepy ups round the back of the garages.
It's wall ball down the park.
It's football in the playground with a tennis ball.
It's headers and volleys and sixty seconds.
It's getting picked for the school team.
It's ice-cold days and the ball slapping your thigh.
It's supporting your team because your family does, and never asking why.
It's switching the computer off and on again as you're about to lose the cup final on Champ Manager.
It's playing FIFA for the first time and feeling like your heroes.
It's Sunday afternoons watching Football Italia on Channel 4...Baggio, Baresi, Van Basten…
It's teletext as the scores roll in, waiting for the pages to tick round.
It's the match on the radio on a long drive.
It's watching the Premier League for the first time and getting served more football than our brains could handle.
It's your first shirt and your first match.
It's your first pie, burger and pint.
It's joining your first team and making your first real mates.
It's the smell of Deep Heat, cold changing rooms and asking "anyone got tape?"
It's driving round the North Circ with an A–Z to an away game and forgetting your shinnies.
It's post-match jugs of beer and a platter of sausage and chips.
It's watching England — in the stands, on the sofa, on a bar stool — sharing heartbreak with a whole country.
It's knowing that whoever they support, the person next to you feels exactly the same as you do.
Football is ours. Football is yours.
And when the sun sets and it's time to go home, the one thing we know for certain is that football will be here tomorrow come rain or shine.
Topflight Fantasy FootballFor the love of the game