What greater sensation can there be in life than stepping out onto the lush green turf of a football pitch to seek fame and glory. Whether professional or amateur, forward or defender, the excitement and expectation of the beautiful game goes unmatched in the hearts of those who do truly call themselves footballers and football fans.

So today, I hope you find yourself at home within this website. We at The Dribbler have tried and will be trying to show the majesty of this great game, at the many levels at which I’m sure you enjoy it. But equally we will not hesitate to mock those who bring discredit to our venerable sport.

In this period of phenomenal greed within the professional game, the guardians of the game – the fans – must stand tall, even though some of you will undoubtedly be short. But don’t let that worry you, look at what Little Alan Taylor achieved or Dennis Wise, for that matter. But I digress. It’s a fault, as you will no doubt come to be aware.

As Chairman of this fine bunch of reprobates, masquerading as media professionals, I will do my utmost to urge them on to ever greater revelatory heights and general scullduggery, all in pursuit of illuminating the hypocricies prevalent in the game. We will scribble and draw on every issue known to footballing-man and no doubt, a few more.

So take heart footie fans of the world! Students of history will tell you, the last stage of any great empire is decadence. So here we go. Prawn sandwiches and dogging a go-go! Let’s jump right in and slaughter the lot of ‘em – you know they deserve it. This game has only ever had one owner – yourselves. The campaign to save the soul of football starts here. Or somewhere near here. In a pub, perhaps…with Sky.

Yours

W.R Howe (Chairman)

ps. Phew, that’s enough of that, I think I need a pint of that Carlsberg cooking lager and a bag of crisps….