The news that Manchester United have sold their star player for £80 million is a bit of a mystery to me.
But then I don’t really ‘get’ the money involved in football, I can see skill and sportsmanship and the value for a fan, feeling part of something special in following a team; but I don’t think I can ever get past the fact that people who in the course of a working day make split second life and death decisions, who do dirty dangerous work, who seem to be less valued by society, both financially and in status, than some one kicks a ball round a field, that’s all it is, a ball a field; it’s not life or death.
The football industry might like to give a thought to the Dutch tulip mania in 1637 where the value of tulip bulbs reached ludicrous heights and then fell with the velocity of a very large boulder. A tulip a flower, beautiful to look at, but not priceless, nor is football.
Many individuals grew suddenly rich. A golden bait hung temptingly out before the people, and, one after the other, they rushed to the tulip marts, like flies around a honey-pot. Every one imagined that the passion for tulips would last for ever, and that the wealthy from every part of the world would send to Holland, and pay whatever prices were asked for them.
Where will it stop? Will it stop?Can some one explain?