DIDN'T really want to write this letter, but I am forced to because I am really tired of socalled soccer experts like Mark Hughes, Andy Townsend, David Pleat and Clive Tyldesley telling me that I am watching a great game of football when in fact I am struggling to keep my eyes open.

The game in question was the Champions League Final. Fair enough, the last ten minutes of normal time, extra-time and the penalty shoot out bordered on the exciting, but the rest of the game no, no, no.

In the first-half both goalkeepers made one good save, apart from that if there was a shot at goal, 75 per cent of them didn't hit the target. I started to count the number of back passes but there were so many, I lost count. It was awful, too many one-footed players with poor control lacking in ideas.

I can still remember goals and pieces of play from the Real Madrid v Eintracht European final at Hampden Park. It was 40 odd years ago and I was only young, but I remember it, because I knew I was watching great players and good football.

The last time I wrote about football some joker suggested that I should watch Hartlepool United. I don't want to be rude, but I don't really want to watch Hartlepool and if you are paying more than £5 to watch a game of football today, you are being well and truly robbed.