"I don't want to play for you anymore" rants the mercenary footballer, "oh go on here's lots of money and a lifetime supply of snudes" exclaim the board. As if my magic and less than a week later the net ripples and club crests get slobbered on by billionaire footballers up and down the country, you know who you are Wayne! What happened to the times when footballers played for the love of the game. One club men like Matthews and Lofthouse are now considered myth and legend. We work all hours and put our money into the pockets of these overpaid, self obsessed players and what do we get back "I don't want to play for you anymore" Recently A Geordie striker tried this on at Newcastle, after stating he was St James' Park for Life and signing a long contract, in went the transfer request as soon as another club showed interest. But Newcastle wouldn't play ball and sold him for millions upon millions. But he still quadrupled his wages and all the geordies lost a hero, kids lost a toon legend to rival the great Jackie Milburn. All for what, the stench of more money than you could possibly spend. Hang your heads.