I don't get why good players dont see more of a challenge in playing for these 'smaller' clubs and aiming to beat the big monster clubs. Instead they are content with a big club calling and they simply just go.
No way would, 'good player left for big club glory' beat out 'x, x, x and x, and so on players defied big club calls and formed a new contender in top leagues' etc...
I don't understand it at all.
And what gives me the biggest laugh when these players kiss their badge celebrating. pfft.
Something isn't right...
*money is an easy answer, but there has to be more to it.*
*more recognition to have a better shot at a national call...*
Has to be something else.
'More recognition' in various forms covers it. The media relentlessly markets the idea that the Champions League is the pinnacle of club football. Little surprise, then, that players who are competitive by nature (you have to be a fierce competitor just to earn a professional contract) tend to leap at the first opportunity to either play in that competition or make a move that they think will hasten their path to it. To say nothing of the financial rewards that may follow.
Remember, too, that while a player may not consider money their God, their competitiveness can be piqued on that score, too. Supposing player X earns £50,000 a week, but player Y earns £120,000 a week. Player X's agent will whisper in his ear, "You're a better player than player Y. It's an insult to you that he earns more than double your pay. Demand a raise - and if your club won't provide it, it means they don't value you. But fear not, I have on my speed dial someone who does. Someone who will pay £150,000 a week to prove it."
Throw in the fact that some players have been known to taunt opponents during games by declaring how much more money than them they earn. Then consider the culture of consumption that so many footballers' wives and girlfriends immerse themselves in. A short career feels even shorter if your squeeze can't
possibly be expected to survive without £10,000 a week pocket money for the rest of her life or whatever.
All of this against the backdrop of a hyper-materialistic society addicted to using statistics generally and statistics about money in particular to measure value. A society in which the public flaunting of symbols associated with success is all-pervasive. A society addicted to dividing people into winners and losers. Where medal counts are often used to settle arguments about whether one player is superior to another.
Also, a society where non-entities remorselessly seek to ram sports people's disappointments down their throats. Where fat, ugly, dirty, sweaty, sub-literate, weaselly, sneering, racist, coward substance addled fans will hoist their quadruple chins and slack jaws off the deck long enough to serenade a player as a loser on the grounds that their far richer club is beating his, even though his individual ability may be equal or superior to every single player he is opposing today. And they'll film themselves while doing it, then post it on social media in the hope that other dismal leeches praise them. Then they'll send the player the link - throwing in a few insults. Racist insults if the player isn't white, because one must observe the appropriate etiquette.
You'd need the temperament of a saint to resist the temptation to take the money, carve a path of revenge against everyone who ever slighted you and retreat to a mansion with hundred foot high gates and a world-class security system as insurance against the two-legged vermin.
