In his regular column in Die Burger John Scott writes that soccer leaves him cold. “I’ve tried,” he says “goodness knows I’ve tried, to appreciate what some misguided person called the beautiful game. Up and down the players run, for 90 minutes, often with neither side scoring a single goal.
‘It’s their skill in controlling the ball,’ said a friend when
I asked him the point of a game that ended pointless.
‘But not enough skill to produce a result,’ I suggested.”
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