lemon revolution

I've watched the league's opening weekend with the same, transfixed gaze as any other football fan. But there has been, for me, an unmistakable sense of excess to the whole thing. The kind of feeling you get when you've eaten too much sugar, or when a feeling of happiness falls into sharp sadness. The transfer fees passed around this summer begged belief, as always, from a financial perspective - "how can anyone be prepared to spend that much on a footballer" . But the fees are starting to lose any kind of proportion to player ability. There is no longer any obvious sense that the world's most expensive player is among the world's very best players. And plain average Premier League players such as Yannick Bolasie are trading hands for the kind of money that only one or two years back, was held in reserve for the likes of Fabregas: players who competed in Champions League and World Cup finals. This hasn't simply appeared out of the blue, and is o...