In these days when it's easy to wonder if football has lost its soul, how refreshing and indeed entertaining to see a good old fashioned dust up involving all outfield players in the York match.
It had most of the necessary ingredients - a couple of players slapping each other leading to a mass charge, with 'hold me back' gestures on all sides and a futile little ref peeping for all he was worth.
If only a couple of sub-fights had broken out on the fringes, with one maybe started by a late intervention by one of the keepers, and a minimum of three red cards had been waved, we might have been witnessing a classic fit to rival one of those clips Saint and Greavsie used to chuckle over, usually involving comical foreigners beating the shit out of each other in South America.
However, like most of these affairs, it ended in a whimper. The futile little ref eventually restored order by looking cross and dishing out a measly two yellows, and no one was actually hurt, like always in our domestic footballing scraps. You'd think that with up to 22 grown men flailing away, the odd good swing would occasionally connect. I've seen more decent blows landed when my kids squabble for the remote control.
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