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It is war; only with rules. It's a battle between two sides. To take ground, to enter enemy territory and to inflict loss. It's a campaign fought over many battles, battles set in vast theatres of noise, hope and expectation. It's Rome and the Colusium. It's feasting and drinking a Colusium of death to the opposition. Two opposing generals standing to one side shout their orders to fit, young, practiced warriors, dressed in colours mirrored by the crowds who come and pay their coin and watch. On a command, the warriors withdraw, regroup, and under the guidance of their respective generals reasses their progress, reconsider tactics, then on a call, return to fight once more. The combatants apply the new plan with skill and determination. The crowds become baying mobs, chanting, singing their anthems, shouting abuse! This is their territory and the opposition are not welcome! The generals call for reinforcements making changes, swapping one injured warrior for a fit replacement selected from the sidelines. This battle must be won they use all the clever tactics they have to hand. The two sides give all they have to give. They fight this battle to win this war... ...this war that is football!
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Nov 15, 2025
Nov 15, 2025 at 1:39 PM UTC
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It is war; only with rules. It's a battle between two sides. To take ground, to enter enemy territory and to inflict loss. It's a campaign fought over many battles, battles set in vast theatres of noise, hope and expectation. It's Rome and the Colusium. It's feasting and drinking a Colusium of death to the opposition. Two opposing generals standing to one side shout their orders to fit, young, practiced warriors, dressed in colours mirrored by the crowds who come and pay their coin and watch. On a command, the warriors withdraw, regroup, and under the guidance of their respective generals reasses their progress, reconsider tactics, then on a call, return to fight once more. The combatants apply the new plan with skill and determination. The crowds become baying mobs, chanting, singing their anthems, shouting abuse! This is their territory and the opposition are not welcome! The generals call for reinforcements making changes, swapping one injured warrior for a fit replacement selected from the sidelines. This battle must be won they use all the clever tactics they have to hand. The two sides give all they have to give. They fight this battle to win this war... ...this war that is football!
This is football the English version, soccer as the Americans amongst you call it!
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Nov 15, 2025
Nov 15, 2025 at 1:39 PM UTC
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