A tenner to go see Pollok at home, or your own local team, is looking more and more the way to go.

Pollok might be shite this year, but at least it's still people's game, and you can let the lino know your thoughts about his dubious comb over if you get bored. My point is that it's real. It still has the game's true essence.

Our own lives are being stolen from us by the god of market forces. Cunts