As with most people there are things about myself I like and things that I don’t.
I wish I’d started saving money when I was 18 years old.
I could have been putting the same amount into a bank account every month for the past 15 years and now have enough to buy either a small semi on the outskirts of Irchester or a specialist flavoured latte from one of the multiple chains of coffee shops that litter the high street.
Anyway, I digress. One of the things that I wish I hadn’t done when I was younger is become a football supporter.
I reckon I must have been about ten or 11 when I started cheering on Tottenham Hotspur.
I can’t recall if the force driving my passion was my Jewish Londoner heritage, my best mate being a Spurs fan, or Gazza’s tears at the World Cup but, as I’m sure you can sympathise, once you start supporting a team you are there for life.
This summer the team I have supported since my pre-teen years sold one player for the best part of £90m and then spent more than £100m on new players.
I know that business is business but when I see countless ads on the telly telling us that £5 a month can feed a starving family it leaves a sour taste in my mouth.
Gareth Bale is earning £300,000 a week now he has signed for Real Madrid.
That means in just two days Bale could save Kettering Town Football Club and in a couple of weeks he could sort out all the Poppies’ ground problems and set them up for the next few years.
He wouldn’t even notice it was gone.
I used to love heading down to Nene Park and watching Diamonds at the weekend, and then coming home ready for the full time scores and Match of the Day.
Money has taken the fun out of our once-beautiful game and, sadly, I think it’s changed forever.