The only way the national team is going to thrive is to cap foreign players at 2 per team.
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Originally posted by shanns View PostThe only way the national team is going to thrive is to cap foreign players at 2 per team.
Not really. Our best players are of a very decent quality, hence they play in top club teams along with top foreigners, who they learn from, yet when on international duty they fail to perform as a group. IF there was a cap our best players would still be similar standard, only difference would be the rest of their club team mates would compile of lesser quality British players.
We failed to qualify for the world cup in 74 and 78 after our supposed glory era, and with next to no foreigners in the league.... didnt do us any favoure then.
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Originally posted by bushcelt1 View Postit would take 20 years to see the benifits and leave the prem looking like the scottish one.
Man Utd: 2.55 pts per game and 15 points clear.
Celtic: 2.10 pts per game and 15 points clear.
When it comes to competitive balance, the Prem is now a joke, just like the SPL.'Only a Ranger!' cried Gandalf. 'My dear Frodo, that is just what the Rangers are: the last remnant in the South of the great people, the Men of West London.' - Lord of the Rings, Book II, Chapter I - Many Meetings.
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Originally posted by dsqpr View PostThe Prem is already WORSE than the Scottish one!
Man Utd: 2.55 pts per game and 15 points clear.
Celtic: 2.10 pts per game and 15 points clear.
When it comes to competitive balance, the Prem is now a joke, just like the SPL.
The standard of football other than Celtic is god awful - League 1 standard on average I'd say. Lower half Championship at best.You should never underestimate the predictability of stupidity.
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when was the last player that has come through our youth system, Ray Jones, God Bless, Richard Langley and the lad we sold to Forest in the last 20 years. What a sad reflection of British footballI must away now, I can no longer tarry
This morning's tempest I have to cross
I must be guided without a stumble
Into the arms I love the most
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