Family Affair

In the calendar year, the festive periods distinguish themselves from the routine weeks through various avenues. Most working adults get time-off from work, the usual advertisements of menial objects with little intrinsic value are replaced with adverts of menial objects with little intrinsic value webbed in a festive spirit. If you walked down a metropolitan road, or the suburban backwaters, after a lengthy period in a coma and with no access to a calendar, you’d still know it’s Christmas. The overly decorated houses, the illuminated streets, and the constant reminder to consume would be too difficult to ignore. Festive periods also distinguish themselves by upholding and promoting long-standing cultural traditions, whether culinary or behavioural.

Amongst the breadth of cultural artefacts that mean little to me, one stands above them all: ‘Boxing Day Football.’ A tradition that has been broadcasted widely to the world outside of this small island via its hyper-branded, capitalist megalith: the Premier League. The top-flight football has become a 21st century Naval fleet, coasting the radio and TV waves to project Britain’s soft power in unassuming countries. Unfortunately for the supporters of these elite clubs, is it is a timely and costly tradition to adhere to — seats are expensive and highly contested amongst the legions of supporters from across the globe. Boxing Day on the TV has also become a sanitised product, in which any fixture, however innocuous it may sound(Southampton vs Wolverhampton anyone?), is packaged into an easily digestible, easily forgettable product. Similar…