Modern Football is a Big Market in the Europe e.g If you see English Premerie league, Italian League and Spanish League.Big Market in the transfer window e.g Christian Ronaldo Manchester united moves to Real Madrid around 80million Pound ( 120million Dollar). This is big market and very expensive sport especially in the European countries.If your name isn't on 'ere, love, you can't come in," said the black-clad men in their thick Dublin accents as they peered at their list of accredited members of the press.
I hadn't even got into the grounds of the exclusive Carton House, located only 40 minutes from Ireland's capital city, let alone reached hotel reception.
Real Madrid were clearly not taking any risks with their billboard boys - and this was no exception.
From uniformed Garda on bikes and in cars to their plain-clothed colleagues patrolling the grounds, no stone has been left unturned.
Cristiano Ronaldo happily signed and smiled away for a small band of dedicated supporters who had braved the puddles and mud
And if that was not enough, there was even a private firm on hand to help with players' welfare 24/7.
But the reward for those brave enough to get through the barricades is something money can't buy.
A glimpse, a smile, a signed shirt, or even a photograph, if you were lucky enough to get within touching distance of the most expensive footballer in history.
Even at 7.50am, with the first of three daily training sessions about to take place, Ronaldo happily signed and grinned away for a small band of dedicated supporters who had braved the puddles and mud. Even his own security man took a step back and smiled.
It was an open and friendly environment.
"Come back, Ronaldo," screamed one girl as the world-record signing began to walk away. "My dog wants to see you."
Karim Benzema, another new Real Madrid recruit, takes the strain
"My jersey wants to see you," said the boy standing alongside her. Needless to say the Manchester United shirt won.
So why are Real here? It did nothing but rain on their first day.
But the inclement weather was the very reason they had chosen the Emerald Isle for a spot of pre-season training and a game against Shamrock Rovers.
With the start of the new La Liga campaign not so far away, they had been eager to escape the heat of Madrid.
For those watching the players from the sidelines, it was surreal to see the likes of Ronaldo and Karim Benzema chest-bumping, getting drenched doing weights and running with medicine balls.
I hadn't even got into the grounds of the exclusive Carton House, located only 40 minutes from Ireland's capital city, let alone reached hotel reception.
Real Madrid were clearly not taking any risks with their billboard boys - and this was no exception.
From uniformed Garda on bikes and in cars to their plain-clothed colleagues patrolling the grounds, no stone has been left unturned.
Cristiano Ronaldo happily signed and smiled away for a small band of dedicated supporters who had braved the puddles and mud
And if that was not enough, there was even a private firm on hand to help with players' welfare 24/7.
But the reward for those brave enough to get through the barricades is something money can't buy.
A glimpse, a smile, a signed shirt, or even a photograph, if you were lucky enough to get within touching distance of the most expensive footballer in history.
Even at 7.50am, with the first of three daily training sessions about to take place, Ronaldo happily signed and grinned away for a small band of dedicated supporters who had braved the puddles and mud. Even his own security man took a step back and smiled.
It was an open and friendly environment.
"Come back, Ronaldo," screamed one girl as the world-record signing began to walk away. "My dog wants to see you."
Karim Benzema, another new Real Madrid recruit, takes the strain
"My jersey wants to see you," said the boy standing alongside her. Needless to say the Manchester United shirt won.
So why are Real here? It did nothing but rain on their first day.
But the inclement weather was the very reason they had chosen the Emerald Isle for a spot of pre-season training and a game against Shamrock Rovers.
With the start of the new La Liga campaign not so far away, they had been eager to escape the heat of Madrid.
For those watching the players from the sidelines, it was surreal to see the likes of Ronaldo and Karim Benzema chest-bumping, getting drenched doing weights and running with medicine balls.
It's started. The inexorable tide of sky blue cash is washing over the football superpowers and sweeping away the best they have into a place where Lamborghinis land in your lap, and two hundred grand a week is, as the Mayor of London might put it, chicken-feed.
Prepare yourselves, boys and girls, for a lot of nods and winks towards the official line. You know the sort of thing:
a. It's not about the money, it's about a fresh challenge;b. The manager and the board convinced me about the vision at Manchester City; c. The (previous) club didn't do enough to keep me. (That's my personal favourite)
Of course (c) has an awful lot to do with what is inherent in (a). By not enough, a player, or at least his agent, usually means that the club couldn't cough up the sort of wages that the Abu Dhabi blokes can. But then unless Bill Gates takes over the Boro soon, I don't think anyone can.
Did Barry not consider the dough when he went to Eastlands? I don't think it was about City's tradition, which is, after all, to change managers so often that they've built a slide from the gaffer's office to the club car park. And Sparky, though he's doing his best to put a confident face on this merry-go-round, must be wondering if someone at the club will be forcing his feet into one of them little sacks and pushing him down into his open Ferrari before Christmas.
Prepare yourselves, boys and girls, for a lot of nods and winks towards the official line. You know the sort of thing:
a. It's not about the money, it's about a fresh challenge;b. The manager and the board convinced me about the vision at Manchester City; c. The (previous) club didn't do enough to keep me. (That's my personal favourite)
Of course (c) has an awful lot to do with what is inherent in (a). By not enough, a player, or at least his agent, usually means that the club couldn't cough up the sort of wages that the Abu Dhabi blokes can. But then unless Bill Gates takes over the Boro soon, I don't think anyone can.
Did Barry not consider the dough when he went to Eastlands? I don't think it was about City's tradition, which is, after all, to change managers so often that they've built a slide from the gaffer's office to the club car park. And Sparky, though he's doing his best to put a confident face on this merry-go-round, must be wondering if someone at the club will be forcing his feet into one of them little sacks and pushing him down into his open Ferrari before Christmas.
The only upside of this preposterous and downright ugly confetti of money that is raining down on players in Manchester and Madrid is the right hump it has given those usually calm and considered fellows, Rafa and Fergie.
Benitez, audacious as ever, says it's ridiculous how much players cost at the same time as unveiling his £17 million pound full-back. Hang on, mate! If you don't like it you don't pay!
Don't pay it and then moan about it anyway. I mean every time they put 5p on a pint I could have a right old whinge but two pints later I've forgotten why I was moaning.
Fergie was annoyingly calm about it, to be fair. It was almost refreshing to hear the old bruiser say he wasn't getting involved in the price-hikes til you pictured the seven extra noughts on United's bank balance since the Tumbler took his final bow (but somehow kept his feet).
Owen for Benzema can't be a fair swap, though. It's a bit like losing Megan Fox and making do with Felicity Kendal, if you ask me.
I think Benzema's wrong to choose Madrid mind - just another underemployed millionaire trying to find his clothes-peg amongst all the number nine's hair-products.
Still, you have to say the Real Madrid line-up means whatever talent City assemble you couldn't refer to them as galacticos. Eastlands will have to do with solarsystemicos instead.
And they'll still be working out how to fashion a team by next summer, when God knows how many riches will be laid at the door of Mourinho. You read it here first.
Benitez, audacious as ever, says it's ridiculous how much players cost at the same time as unveiling his £17 million pound full-back. Hang on, mate! If you don't like it you don't pay!
Don't pay it and then moan about it anyway. I mean every time they put 5p on a pint I could have a right old whinge but two pints later I've forgotten why I was moaning.
Fergie was annoyingly calm about it, to be fair. It was almost refreshing to hear the old bruiser say he wasn't getting involved in the price-hikes til you pictured the seven extra noughts on United's bank balance since the Tumbler took his final bow (but somehow kept his feet).
Owen for Benzema can't be a fair swap, though. It's a bit like losing Megan Fox and making do with Felicity Kendal, if you ask me.
I think Benzema's wrong to choose Madrid mind - just another underemployed millionaire trying to find his clothes-peg amongst all the number nine's hair-products.
Still, you have to say the Real Madrid line-up means whatever talent City assemble you couldn't refer to them as galacticos. Eastlands will have to do with solarsystemicos instead.
And they'll still be working out how to fashion a team by next summer, when God knows how many riches will be laid at the door of Mourinho. You read it here first.
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