The Best Football League in the World.

My dad's never understood my interest in the game of football. I vividly recall my cricket obsessed father quizzing me intently about watching the now epic '99 Champion's League final. Yes. That one. More on this later.

Strangely, all my 'room-mates' have been Real Madrid/Spanish League enthusiasts, who have a strange proclivity for proclaiming La Liga to be the best in the world. Now frankly, there is no such thing, as the best league in the world. The argument can go back and forth and back again, but it is only going to leave you with a bad taste in your mouth, and a mountain of work that you've neglected while engaging in said argument.

The English, Spanish and Italian leagues, with the immense media spotlight and megabucks transfers, have staked a claim to being the best league in the world in recent times. The English have the Sky Four, with multi-billionaires investing chump change in recreational clubs and trying to take Europe by storm. The Spanish have probably the most bitter club rivalry, with the ever widening sea of media spends concentrated around them as the rest of the league squabbles over peanuts. The Italians have dinosaurs and Berlusconi's whores. Going by statistics, which is the worst thing you could really do about sport, you'll find a cycle, with certain clubs or leagues dominating Europe for a while, and then fading into obscurity. Claiming that they're the best in the world, except for just that moment, is taking a lot away from the likes of Steaua Bucharest or Borussia Dortmund, who, in their own right, have been Champions of Europe, something that Arsenal, club of pedigree and all that, really don't have a claim to.

So please, before you jump the gun and proclaim your club to be the best in the world, shoot yourself in the foot and the telly.

Saying that any one of these hyped leagues is the best in the world is discrediting football as it should've been. You know, a sport. Where people play. Where how great your expression is after you miss a free kick is immaterial and hands on hips mean little more than frustration, not a mob run circus of agents and owners and models and WAGs. Really, why do they need their women to travel with them? Does your dad take your mom to office with him in the morning?

Fatbaby and I had this entire argument while returning from Goa, and I just had to get this off my chest. And I had scarce else to do. Eat me.