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Quite the opposite. At present, more or less any good player from Brazil ends up playing for some European club, rather than in their own country. So professional sport impoverishes Brazil, all the talent having gone abroad.

At the same time, this process acts to crush the aspirations of young British or European football players, who have a much reduced chance of playing for clubs like Chelsea when half the team comes from abroad.

I used to live in Brazil, and they play football for the pleasure of it (something more or less entirely lost in Britain). The Peles and Ronaldos of Brazil grew up kicking balls around for fun on streets and beaches and back yards, and developed their skills there. When do you ever see this happening in England? It’s probably illegal, anyway, like everything else. And it entirely explains the dearth of once-abundant English football talent.

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Jaq, thank you so much for taking newmania to task for killing me.

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“I poisoned you, manacled you, tied you up in a sack, stabbed you, drowned you, then strangled you just to be sure. No one could have survived al of that, you’re a zombie, aren’t you? Make a dying man’s wish come true and tell me before I snuff it that you’re not really Flo’. I did beat her this time, didn’t I?”,asked Newmania.

“Of course she’s Flo’”, said the lion, affectionately licking Flo’s cheek, with his great rasping tongue.

“Not so hard, Aslan”, Flo’ squealed, pulling her face away….but it was too late. Flo’s face had split in two and hung droopily either side of Aslan’s mouth. All that was left was a sputtering lump of blubber…which somehow seemed strangely familiar to Newmania.

Newmania gazed, horrified, at the blubber. “It’s not YOU, under all of that muck, is it?”, asked Newmania, squinting at the artificial mess of rubber filler, glue and hair before him.

“Of course, it’s me”, snapped the whinging lump of blubber, grumbling to itself and spitting strings of glue and Polly Filla with every word it spoke. And this should be your classic denouement, Newmania, for all of that rubbish you’ve written about me. Oh, and let me correct you, it wasn’t you who did for Flo’ either, you couldn’t push the skin off a rice pudding. Flo’ survived alright, so I finished her off. But how can I do for you now too while I’m like this? Aslan, down boy, forget Newmania, I need a bath first, let’s go”, said Polly, grabbing her decoy bath duck.

“Not so fast”, said Aslan, hooking Polly Filla back with his great claws…hmmm… aren’t you the one who wrote that a sickbag is needed for Disney’s new epic about Aslan and Narnia? Tell me, Polly Filla, what exactly did you do to my friend Flo’…..?”

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Bravo I `ll remember that for a long time .Just seen the new Bond (good), this is a bit more old style

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