#And it bothers me that people just forget about qprs existing

[sunderingstars]

°˖➴ astral express aro/ace headcanons

what the stars reveal: my personal aromantic & asexual spectrum headcanons for the astral express crew! just doing my part to spread the aroace agenda on valentine’s day ☆彡

✩ ‧₊˚ ⌞ MARCH 7TH ⌝

⟢ panromantic asexual

⟢ sex-repulsed

⟢ she’s extremely sex positive and sees it as a form of deeper romantic connection for other people, but doesn’t like it for herself. i can see her in my mind’s eye going “yuck!” when thinking about dealing with everything involved lmao

⟢ she has lots of celebrity crushes and is very much a romantic at heart, yet the concept of “hotness” confuses her. she mostly uses it as another way to say “pretty” or “beautiful” or “cute” but is shocked to find out that isn’t what other people mean

⟢ appreciates artistic nudity in photography — she doesn’t see anything sexual about it and doesn’t understand how other people can

⟢ in a qpr with dan heng

✩ ‧₊˚ ⌞ DAN HENG ⌝

⟢ demiromantic demisexual

⟢ romance-neutral, sex-neutral

⟢ mostly, he doesn’t bother with romance and sex and they don’t bother with him (unbothered king) — until he gets close to someone and it hits him all at once and he goes “oh. oh i do experience this sometimes”

⟢ when he is not actively experiencing it, he forgets that attraction exists

⟢ this applies to dan feng too, i feel like he only really felt attraction towards yingxing once they had that emotional connection

⟢ in a qpr with march 7th

✩ ‧₊˚ ⌞ WELT YANG ⌝

⟢ aromantic asexual

⟢ romance-favorable, sex-favorable

⟢ generally, i feel like he doesn’t pay these things much mind beyond knowing they exist, but seeing as he has such excitement for new experiences i think he’d be down to try anything new (including romance and sex)

⟢ knows the most about aro/ace identities out of everyone on the crew — despite being out-of-touch with newer definitions, he’s definitely done his research

⟢ him and tesla co-parent joey (platonically)!

✩ ‧₊˚ ⌞ HIMEKO ⌝

⟢ greyromantic bisexual

⟢ romance-neutral

⟢ loves the idea of romance, but very rarely experiences romantic attraction. for her, it needs to be a blend of unique circumstances that makes her interested in someone, including personality, hobbies, experience, etc. and that doesn’t happen often

⟢ she is also particular about who she has sex with — since she views it less as an inherent extension of romance and more as a way to make both parties feel good in their bodies, she wants to make sure potential partners also understand that

⟢ overall, i see her as having very refined tastes and “once in a blue moon” romantic attraction

edit: changed himeko to greyromantic bisexual since i found out she’s canonically bi in hi3 !!

✩ ‧₊˚ ⌞ TRAILBLAZER ⌝

⟢ self-insert slot!

⟢ for me, i see them as oriented aroace (non-specific) and romance-repulsed, sex-neutral

✩ ‧₊˚ ⌞ POM-POM ⌝

⟢ aromantic asexual

⟢ romance-repulsed, sex-repulsed

⟢ honestly, i see them being annoyed with the concepts of romance and sex in general — they see both as distractions, and sex would especially cause a headache trying to clean up

© written by sunderingstars. do not copy, repost, translate, modify, or claim my work as your own.

#⌞ ✎ sunder.writes ⌝ #hsr #honkai star rail #astral express crew #aro #ace #aromantic #asexual #aroace #welt yang #himeko #march 7th #dan heng #trailblazer #pom pom

[notveryglittery]

@sleepless-in-starbucks: Me: Damn I wish I had an excuse to write creativisleepality :/ Me: Sees your post Me: Forget excuse I have an OBLIGATION to write qpr creativisleepality with insecure!Roman because like. I’m a predictable shit. Also just a heads up my wifi’s been crap all evening so like. If this arrives late. Blame my damn connection for being sunshine-phobic

(Warnings for aphobia, insecurity, all that fun stuff. happy ending tho because y'all know me)

dani: Y’ALL I’M GONNA NEED YOU TO PAUSE WHATEVER YOU’RE DOING AND READ THIS RIGHT NOW. lia is a blessing, an absolute delight and joy and i love her with my whole entire heart!!!! this made me very happy and relieved and yeah it’s just really really good 

Roman was finding the urge to slam his head into the wall a very difficult one to resist. It had been what felt like the longest day of his life, brimming with an overly critical director, some sneering possible cast members who had mocked his make-up, and particular idiot who Roman had thought was going to be the one spot of light in his day until… that happened.

Roman gave up and let his head hit the wall once, leaving it to lay there when the thought of Patton seeing him like this managed to stop him from continuing the process until the wall had a good hole in it. Remy would probably be upset, too, of course, but Patton would most likely cry, and Roman would sooner fall into an ocean of fire than hurt either of his loves.

“I mean… can you even call them loves?”

Roman curled one of his hands into a fist at the fragment of a memory. He could, damnit, screw Anton and his stupid face and his stupid words and his stupid, stupid reasoning…

“…Babe?”

Roman jerked out of his thoughts, realizing that Remy had come up to him, his Starbucks-barista-turned-partner frowning at him in worry.

“Yes, my darling?” Roman asked, pushing himself off the wall, trying to maintain his image.

“Are you alright?” Remy said, a perfectly reasonable question given Roman had been lying against the wall for five minutes, seemingly completely unaware of Remy’s presence next to him for a good minute of that time.

Roman plastered on a smile, hoping it looked even semi-convincing. “Of course! Why ever would you even have to ask?”

Remy reached forward, still frowning as he pushed Roman’s bangs behind his ear. Roman instinctively leaned into the touch, trying to not look pitiful while he did so.

“Honey,” Remy said, softly, and Roman really must be failing at this whole acting thing if Remy’s sounding that worried, “what’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” Roman assured. “I’m fine.”

Remy didn’t respond for a moment, continuing to frown at Roman until he wanted to squirm away. Finally, after what felt like an eternity to Roman, Remy moved forward, his free arm wrapping around Roman’s waist, the hand he had on Roman’s cheek slipping behind his head and tangling itself in Roman’s hair. Roman froze for a second, the surprise hug startling him, especially from Remy. He was generally pulled into hugs and cuddle piles by excessive grabby hands and whined complainants from Roman and Patton.

Recovering from the surprise, Roman couldn’t be bothered to resist the embrace, wrapping his arms around Remy’s waist as he slumped into Remy, burying his head in the crook of Remy’s neck. He took a deep breath. Remy smelled like coffee beans and warm leather and sage and comfort and home.

Remy scratched the back of Roman’s head comfortingly. “Tired?”

“Mmmhmm.”

“Long day?”

“Mmmmm.”

“Long day that did not go fine despite all your lies?”

Roman started to hum in agreement again before he realized his mistake, immediately trying to pull away from what he now recognized as a trap hug. Remy’s grip only tightened, however, still too comforting for Roman to truly want to fight it.

“You’re really out of it if you fell for that, sugar.” Remy cooed before yelling over his shoulder, “Patton! Roman had a sucky day and he tried to lie about it!”

Roman didn’t know if he closed his eyes for a moment and missed him, or if his marshmallow boyfriend had simply forgotten to mention that he had teleportation abilities, but one minute Patton wasn’t there and the next he was pressed against Roman’s back, hugging Roman tightly enough he was surprised Remy still had a hold on him, pressing a kiss to the back of his neck.

“Baby, we talked about this.” Patton scolded, though his tone was so light Roman was fairly certain he was saying it more because he felt he had to say it than anything.

“I know, I know.” Roman said. “But it’s really nothing, the halves of my heart. Just something stupid someone said-”

“If it’s upsetting you, it’s not nothing.” Patton interrupted him, softly speaking, moving one hand to Roman’s hip so that he could rub circles into the skin. “What did they say?”

Roman opened his mouth to respond, to pass it off as simply as he could, to prove to them it was just some pointless comment he should have disregarded immediately anyways, and heard a sob come out instead, which was doing WONDERS for his image of ‘still wonderfully put together.’ The hand in his hair stilled in surprise, and Patton made a sound of hurt. Their worry only made Roman feel worse, and he couldn’t stop himself before the next words were spilling out, “I’m sorry I don’t love you enough.”

More sounds of pain, this time not just from behind him, but Roman ignored them, pressing his head further into Remy’s shoulder as if that would block out the entire world. He felt more than truly knew they were moving, though he didn’t focus on where or how. At some point his legs got tucked up so that they were resting on something, the warmth around him shifted but never enough so that it was truly gone, somehow ending up so that almost nothing had changed aside from the fact that the amount of effort he had to put into existing was substantially lessened.

That made it a lot easier to cry, hating that he was staining Remy’s shirt but knowing he couldn’t stop even if he tried. The warmth of his boyfriends’ around him didn’t seem to mind, hands gently running across his skin, a mix of soft pet names and quiet shushing sounding around him. Eventually his tears stopped falling, his sobs turning into hiccups that turned into nothing, until all he was doing was holding onto Remy and trying to sink into him and escape the world.

“Sweetie? Sweetheart?” Roman hummed in response to the names that were clearly being directed at him, still refusing to remove his head from the dark, warm safety of his boyfriend’s shoulder.  There was a sigh that sounded caught between amused and concerned. “Please, love, we need to talk.”

Roman groaned and tilted his head, still resting on Remy as he looked over at Patton. They were all cuddled together on the couch, Roman securely held in Remy’s lap and against his chest while Patton remained wrapped around his back, better positioned to look at Roman, his sweet honey eyes laced with worry. Knowing he was the cause of it, Roman almost started crying again, not sure how he could vanquish it but knowing he would do anything to replace it with happiness.

“Hey, shh, it’s alright, you’re not in trouble.” Patton said immediately, cupping Roman’s cheek with one hand, brushing away the beginnings of new tears. “I just- We just want to know- Ro, starlight, why don’t you think you love us enough?”

Roman would have shoved his head back into the crook of Remy’s neck if Patton’s gentle but firm grasp wasn’t stopping him, forcing him to hold eye contact with his partner, half of his entire life, one of two people he’d willingly die for in a heartbeat as he said, as unashamedly as he could, “We’re just partners.” Patton’s brow furrowed even more, and Remy once more tightened his grip around Roman, and it took all his willpower to choke out, “We’re just partners, and not dating, and that’s it, that’s all we are, and you’re both just so wonderful you deserve more, and it’s not fair to you that you’re stuck with me and that, and-”

“Roman, please, please baby, stop!” Patton said, distressed, and Roman shut up. Patton was cupping both his cheeks now, running his thumbs over them repeatedly, as if he wasn’t just trying to comfort Roman but himself as well.

“I’m going to kill 'em. You said someone said this to you?” Remy asked, aggressively, nearly growling when Roman nodded. “Bullshit. It’s bullshit.”

“Language.” Patton said automatically, snapping Remy out of his mood.

Remy sighed, going back to running his fingers through Roman’s hair. “They’re wrong, sweetheart, completely wrong.” He reassured Roman, voice much softer now. “You love us more than enough, whatever they said was just stupid.”

“I- I know you say that, but-” Roman paused, searching for the words. “Kisses, and holding hands in public, and all of that… I can’t- I don’t offer you any of those things, and you deserve them so much, and that’s not fair to either of you.”

Remy chuckled, and the sound echoed through Roman’s chest. “Gurl, I feel like you’re forgetting I’m aro too. I don’t care about any of those things- I just care about you.”

“And we love you.” Patton added. “We love you because you’re an amazing cuddler and you love to sweep us off our feet and you have the most beautiful singing voice in the entire world and because we know you love us so, so much, and the fact that you don’t love us romantically isn’t even close to important.”

“And you love us too, right?” Remy asked.

Roman almost tripped over his words rushing to answer, unwilling to leave a single second empty without his promise, “Of course I do! I just-”

“Than that’s enough.” Remy cut him off, and it was so simple yet so adoring, coupled with the look Patton was giving Roman, like he’d hang the moon for him while Remy pinned up the stars, that every word that jerk had said melted away in an instant, like a million pounds right off his shoulders, leaving him so free and alive that Roman couldn’t help but lunge forwards a bit, twisting himself so that he could wrap his arms around Patton, pulling him backwards so they more or less landed on Remy, all pressed against each other and warm and real and solid beneath his fingers.

“I’m sorry.” He said, and continued on swiftly, before Patton or Remy even had a chance to speak, “I’m so sorry I listened to that bastard. He was an idiot, you’re so right. I’m so sorry. I love you, I love you so much, you mean more to me than any part in any play, than any gem or jewel, my dearhearts, my treasures, my loves.”

Patton giggled, and Roman couldn’t help the smile that suddenly blossomed on his face as Patton pressed a quick kiss to his forehead before just resting his own on Roman’s, whispering happily, “It’s alright, my prince, we know.”

“We know, but I still want to hear it more.” Remy protested, and Roman laughed as he turned his head back towards him, Remy’s dark eyes alive with amusement and glittering with love purer than freshly fallen snow.

“I love you.” Roman obliged him, hugging Patton closer to him even as he still watched Remy, “I love you more than summer sunsets and spring dew and winter frost and autumn colours. I love you more than sugar cookies and hot chocolate and crackling fires and-”

“-and more than the smell of coffee and crisp apples and fuzzy socks and soft pajamas and late night movie marathons and early morning grumbles and a thousand other musings.” Remy took over for him, smiling both smugly and softly as he brushed through Roman’s hair. “I love you all that and a million times more.”

“Cheater.” Roman accused heatlessly. “That’s my move.”

“It’s what you get for loving a dirty thief.”

“Pretty thief.” Patton corrected with his own smile, blindly reaching a hand back that Remy took immediately. “Pretty thief of our hearts.”

“Only after you got mine, cocoa bean.” Remy matched, lazily intertwining his fingers with Patton’s.

Roman reached a hand over as well, grasping around theirs. “You never stole my heart.” He said teasingly. “Considering you are my heart.”

“Your two perfect halves- yes, we are aware.” Remy said exasperatedly, but there was a fondness in his tone Roman knew he couldn’t shake. “You’ve got to come up with some better lines, doll.”

“Says Mr. Twenty-One-Nicknames.” Roman replied.

“You know you love them.”

“Do I know that?” Roman asked, laughing as Remy gasped in faux hurt. Patton laughed, too, shaking their held hands.

“You two are impossible.” He said, cheerily despite the chiding words. “I’m never going to get dinner made at this rate.”

“You’re welcome to go make it now.” Remy invited, though they all knew he wasn’t serious.

That didn’t stop Roman from tangling his legs up in Patton’s, whining, “Noooooooo, you have to stayyyyy.”

“But dinner… if I don’t go make it now I’ll never make it…” Patton trailed off, sounding more interested in staying.

“Then don’t go.” Roman offered, pushing his head up enough to nestle it against Patton’s shoulder, trying to sweeten the pot. “Stay and cuddle me.”

“And why should I prioritize that over dinner?”

“Because I’m still a little sad and I don’t want to let you go.” Roman said, blinking his eyes as sadly as he could for extra effect.

“Plus cuddling tops, like, all things.” Remy pointed out. “And I the remote’s in reach, and I think the Little Mermaid’s still in the player-”

“Cuddling on the couch it is!” Patton decided suddenly, finally releasing his boyfriends’ hands so that he could turn over and burrow into Roman’s chest, loosely hugging Roman as he settled in. Remy laughed as he snagged the remote, flicking on the tv and the corresponding underwater scene.

“And all it took was Disney.” Remy commented in amusement, dropping the remote as he shifted and wrapped his arms around both Roman and Patton. “We are going to get hungry eventually, though.”

“That’s a problem for later.” Patton said, and Roman was quick to agree with him, his arms still holding Patton against him even as he moved his hands to lay over Remy’s. Squished between his boyfriends now, tropical tunes starting up in the background, he couldn’t believe he had given Anton’s words a single moment of his time.

He didn’t need romance to love Patton and Remy- all he needed were eyes and half a brain. 

Roman sighed, feeling more content then he ever had before. “I love you guys.” He said, softly, sweetly, simply.

“Love you too.” They both chorused at once, their care as tangible as their arms around him, and that was all Roman needed to know they loved him just as much as he loved them.

And that would always be enough.

(No editing we die like men- aka sorry if this is bad but like. I tried. Hope it makes you feel even a little bit better :) <3)

#creativisleepality #lia #fan fics #submission

[torentialtribute]

Playstation fans might love the idea of a European breakaway but football fans would hate it

You are a slimeball who lost his own values ​​for the money, just like Alan others. Your job is to defend the common train that you use. People look through it. No, little brain, my work is journalism. It was when I started as a teenager at Hayters Sports Agency in 1982 and that's it now. So my career – I was promoted from publishing to paperwork in 1983 – dates from before the Premier League came in almost a decade. I was in a national newspaper in 1985, the year of the disaster at the Heysel Stadium, a time when English football, no jus train at all, had no friend in the world. And many of my biggest career prospects come from writing about subjects other than football; columns at the front of newspapers, for example, and wider sports. So journalism is what I do for money, and if football ends tomorrow, it would still be. The expansion and success of the game is a happy coincidence, not something that I feel I have to defend or protect. I am against many of the breaks with tradition, from separate leagues, against European elites and senseless altered comics and my values ​​have not changed since I started. I even took the time to answer idiots like yourself, to misuse and hide in the anonymity behind egoistic aliases on the internet, to place their dribble. Oh yeah. This column will not exist forever, so I will do what I always do from here. Put some good music to amuse myself and try to speak to the intelligent in the room. Give it to 13.05; Let it build and everything will fall into place.

Scudamore, a little return.

Scudamore must call Sir Alex Ferguson and then thank him, and then give his bonus to a charity. Then he would have to call the various presidents Manchester United never compromised to negotiate our own TV deal and to thank them. And yet on the leaving party of Scudamore the video of thanks came from Ferguson and David Gill, which would suggest that they had a better idea of ​​his contribution than You, Lewis. Yes, Manchester United would have done a great deal of damage by breaking it down and only doing it on TV rights. But who do you think they will convince? Who explained the virtue of a competitive competition – both financially and ethically – instead of what could have been developed throughout Europe? Who saved the peace between the elite of the Premier League and the rest? Who has allowed the elite to expand so that now every season six clubs and stakes can set their sights on the Champions League? Manchester United did not act out of charity, especially since the acquisition by Glazer.

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So many northern teams – Sunderland, Aston Villa, West Bromwich Albion, Middlesbrough , Bolton and Coventry, just to name a few – are trading in the lower division. Within ten years the Premier League will consist of southern teams and Manchester City, Manchester United and Liverpool. Money has killed our beloved game. Englandisbest, Birmingham.

Huh? There is every chance that at least two, and maybe more, of the teams you mention will return to the Premier League next season. And what about teams from the south who have been killed, such as Charlton, QPR, Portsmouth, Ipswich and Reading? There is no north-south gap caused by finances, only the usual cyclical success and the failure of football clubs. Sunderland will be back one day, just as a club like Fulham will inevitably fall (and then return). Half of the professional league clubs have now experienced the Premier League and the idea that the top division will one day be three northern clubs and 17 from the south is frankly ridiculous. London may have a marginal advantage in foreign recruitment, because it is the capital and easier to sell as a basis for players and coaches from abroad. That also has its flaws, because a player – or even a manager – may put the location at risk for the wrong reasons.

Point three: Raheem Sterling.

In the period of, about, 1939-1945, there was a very influential politician on the territory of Germany, who was also a product of his time. Before anyone ridicules me, calls me insensitive or throws a PC wordcloud – I said verbiage, I meant refuse – to me, I do not compare the actions of Sterling with those of that politician. I only point out that you can make excuses throughout history for many awful things, just by saying that they are a product of a certain time. Most players do not do what Sterling does every day and certainly not so often. He should be ashamed. I know he will not be, but that is not surprising. And you have to stop justifying and making excuses for him.

Unbelievably, this was in response to a column that said that Sterling's decision not to clean up about his journey in the Champions League – what resulted in a ridiculous penalty award against Shakhtar Donetsk – makes him a product of his team; a time in which professionals are conditioned to take advantage in all possible ways. Suddenly I defend Adolf Hitler. Look, Hitler was not a product of his time. There are certain economic, historical and geopolitical conditions that contributed to his rise, but he was essentially a mass-murdering psychopath, with manic Jew-hatred and what he believed to be impure races and specimens. Sterling was a man who stumbled across the football field and in a fraction of a second weakness broke out of a bad referee. He is not a Hitler. He is not Mussolini. He is not even Boris Johnson.

] Martin Samuel can tell the difference between the old Division One and the Premier League to explain? Note: there is no other difference than governance and better marketing. And yet we are bombarded with statistics about records in the Premier League. There is no difference between winning Liverpool Division One in 1990 and Manchester United winning the Premier League in 1994. They played many of the same teams and the same number of games. Manchester City was praised for being the first club to reach 100 points, which is only relevant to the final tables since 1981 when three points for wins came in. Perhaps a journalist is willing to look back at the records to see if a club would have gained 100 points with three points for a win. Just a thought. Or you could do it yourself. It is searching for two seconds on the internet. What am I, your researcher? I mean it, how lazy do you have to be? You could not even bother to check when three points came in for a win, so you got it four years wrong (I corrected you 1985 to 1981). And the level of Manchester City's performance was fairly broad in May, but here it is again anyway. Most points under two to win in the old Division One was Liverpool with 68 in 1978-79. Manchester City got 100 points last season under the three-point system. Liverpool won 30 games and drew eight, however, were still a deficit of the century with 98 points, even under the new system. Never forget that they played 42 games that year. Their total under three points for a victory would then be 2.33 points per match, in contrast to City 2.63. So City was the best champion, and the best Division One champions would have been second with 11-12 points.

Regarding the difference between the two divisions, I have often written about the false notion that football started in 1992, not least when Jamie Vardy came closer to a consecutive scorecard against. held by Ruud van Nistelrooy. Yet Van Nistelrooy was only a Premier League record. The real was held by Jimmy Dunne, of Sheffield United, and dated from 1931-32. I devoted a whole column to him and the fact that we have a tendency to ignore performance that took place for our modern television time. Having said this, the Premier League has existed long enough, and football is different enough to manage individual columns in the record books – or at least distinctions. On Saturday, West Ham became the first team to give four or more goals to the same team, Manchester City, in four consecutive home games (three in the league, one in the FA Cup), as City itself went up heavily to Wolves in four games between 1957 and 1960. However, football was higher then scoring and three of those games were won with a margin of one or two goals. So the performance of West Ham is considerably worse, because the Premier League is different in some ways.

Did not go to America to report do the Chicago Cubs that won the World Series? The concept without a degradation franchise may not be the failure you think. There is a blueprint to make it a success.

Yes, but it is not our blueprint. I have reported on American sports, with its franchise system, and seen how it works, but what is accepted here is an abomination to us.

I suspect that most fans under 25 are fond of the idea of ​​a European Super League. Attitudes change and this idea will become more and more acceptable. Rock, Northampton. Fans under 25 who actually go will not; and they are the football needs of fans.

I totally agree that the last thing football needs is a European competition, but the argument has to be to consider all sides. You're right when you say that the big clubs need the Premier League, but the blow is that the Premier League also needs the big clubs. You only have to look at the difference in viewing figures for Sky and BT if they have one of the big clubs and if they have two teams from the lower regions. All you have to do is watch the sports pages of a newspaper, including the Daily Mail, to see who gets the most coverage. It is not only about the appeal of a European League, but also about what happens to the Premier League when it is deterred from its biggest names. In an ideal world, the profession would remain high, because it would be even more competitive, but realistically, at least in the short term, the presence of the big clubs and the big names plus the newness of the competition would make a European League an attractive package. . to TV companies.

But it is short-lived, as you say. And then Juventus discovers that they are a mid-table club in the new setup and are Arsenal relegation candidates – except relegation will not exist, so they just play a terribly boring season – and the competition flops and the TV companies lose interest. Yes, the Premier League needs its name titles – but it is a symbiotic relationship and must be treated as such.

Martin sounds a bit like Juncker who warns Great Britain against the Brexit. I would say that it is only a matter of time before some European Super League replaces the current Champions League. The financial rewards are also great and tempting for the European elite, especially because they have the constant uncertainty that they have to end up in qualified positions. And as far as the artificiality is concerned, the Premier League could not be more artificial, with most of the big clubs that are not owned, run, managed, coached or played by anyone. Billiam Shears, Bury.

Yes, and Juncker was completely wrong with the mess that was Brexit, was not it? I can understand how annoying it would be for the biggest clubs to go through the bad things, which are actually worthy of qualifying for the alleged elite competition, but for the other it is precisely the definition of artificiality in sport. In contrast to the idea that foreign investments, property or talent are wrong, which sounds rather petty and insular. Like Brexit.

The panicky words of a West Ham fan. If the big six were to go, they would bring TV money and sponsorship. The big companies do not pay millions for the smaller local support from clubs like West Ham, Everton or Southampton. They pay for the global audience of Manchester United, Arsenal, Liverpool and Chelsea. You know how it works, Martin: the paper you work for produces ten times more stories for those clubs than the others, because they are the ones who get the readers. All the best players will also want to play in the Super League, so expect a lot of version characters making it harder to hold players. Some clubs will be fine, but the smaller yo-yo clubs will not like it when things like parachute pay. Panicked West Ham fan? On the contrary, I wrote a column in which I invoked the bluff of every club that threatened an escape. Notice how quickly they all deteriorated when they saw the public response, and especially that of their own fans? They could not run away from the smell quickly enough. Please, go. I pull up an armchair and turn off the popcorn. Weasels in a bag, after two years. Guaranteed.

Think of Kerry Packer? They said it would never work. The changed cricket forever. Wiganer 65, Wigan.

Really, because I could swear that I will report this summer from The Ashes, and not from a Packer-inspired circus. I have better conditions for the players. That is hardly the problem in football, right?

In Nigeria we have about 200 million people who want to pay premium prices to see big clubs play in South Africa, let alone in the neighborhood, It's a problem. Do you not get the most out of your income from TV nowadays? The International Champions Cup flops because clubs bring reserve players, but stadiums will be full as the best to see. Given the decision to view my team against Cardiff and Huddersfield as opposed to Real Madrid and Juventus every week, what would I prefer? Even you know the answer to that Martin, so you can write all the impurities you want, but the Super League will be a great success. I think your real anger is that small clubs like West Ham can not get in. Emmanuelgold, Nigeria

So Nigeria has 200 million who want to watch football? So why is every half-valued Nigerian player in Europe? Why is your competition not flooded with money as a result of this passion? There is a difference between turning a button on a television or buying a knock-off shirt for which the club does not receive money and installs the hard yards. If English clubs would leave English football, they would be rejected by their core support, which has already shrunk within a few months. If those clubs were eliminated from UEFA, if their players were excluded by FIFA, they would go to a shell. Keep on turning on these televisions, but the heart of the game is in place and will always stay that way. Is there no Nigerian team that you should name yours instead? In this way, the best African players can actually stay in Africa. Until next time. This has nothing to do with anything. It is simply beautiful, and you simply can not be wondrous enough in the world.

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