Quote Originally Posted by redgunamo View Post
Oh, yes. Apparently you'll always catch young Alexis curled up with a dog or two in his lap, a cup of darjeeling and and a slim volume of GK's latest.
For instance, this is clearly a devastating critique of the way modern football has been commercialised and thus killed the spirit of the game.

They have given us into the hand of new unhappy lords,
Lords without anger or honour, who dare not carry their swords.
They fight by shuffling papers; they have bright dead alien eyes;
They look at our labour and laughter as a tired man looks at flies.
And the load of their loveless pity is worse than the ancient wrongs,
Their doors are shut in the evening; and they know no songs.