I look around these new modern stadiums and all I see are hyper-optimised, sterile concrete bowls designed by corporate committees to extract maximum capital while completely suffocating the romance of sport.
We traded the gritty, unpredictable, beer-soaked magic of old-school arenas.
Where the walls practically sweated raw tension and genuine community.
For glass-enclosed luxury suites, QR-code menus and a sanitised, family-friendly vibe that feels more like an open-air shopping mall than a battlefield.
It’s the ultimate symptom of the modern world.
Chasing peak efficiency and shiny aesthetics while completely erasing the energetic resonance and chaotic, tribal soul that made us fall in love with the game in the first place.
Up the Sharkies.
Dane.