The world has its priorities wrong.
What is so great about football anyway?
Men seem to love it. Every World Cup or
Euro event you can almost taste the tension in the air, as they sit themselves
down at their local pub, grab a pint and a packet of peanuts and prepare
themselves for what they believe is possibly the most ‘important match of the
year’.
Killjoy, I hear you whisper. Yes, maybe I
am, I understand football can unite countries and pull together nations and all
that corny crap, but if you dig down into the surface, is it really doing the
world any favours?
Maybe, we should start to think not about the
millions of pounds being wasted on men that already have a few million in the
bank, and instead the poor poverty stricken children that lay with growling
stomachs under the scorching sun.
Do Wayne Rooney or David Beckam really need
that extra few grand or could it be given to a young child trying to care for
their dying mother?
At a time when sport is so important, in
the year 2012, with the Olympics and the Euro 2012 not many people are going to
agree with my negative view against the game. They believe the Olympics is
showing off London ’s greatest gems and England ’s
achievements and beauties, I simply believe it is all a rather big waste of
money. How many years have they spent slaving over the Olympic sight, how many
thousands of pounds has been spent to ensure that the jumping, swimming,
running and cycling goes to plan?
Could this money be better spent? Don’t we
have enough problems on our plate, with the recession? I understand the
Olympics may be taking some people’s minds off the issues we are facing, but that
is called burying your head in the sand, or rather the sandpit. Surely we
should be trying to aid poverty and pump a bit of money into the economy rather
than blow it all on a big event that will be over in a couple of months?
I can see the proud English citizens
shaking their heads in fury at my suggestion and stating ‘This is the first
time in years that we have had the Olympics in our country’ and yes I do
understand that, but rather than glorifying our own country couldn't we try to
help another that is still suffering?
So next time you settle down on your sofa,
in your central heated lounge, with a cup of tea boiled from your kettle, and
switch off your lights, and take a biscuit from the metal tin, think about all
those people less fortunate as you as you watch the lads zoom around the pitch,
shouting, sometimes swearing, sweating and swaggering in an attempt to score
goals and save goals and get a few hearts pounding and pulses racing.
Written by Victoria Munro in 2012 for AS English Language course.
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