At its core, British football is a game played with passion, intensity, strong tackles. The followers are unmistakably passionate, bordering on mad and insanely mad, inciting their teams to keep up the intensity. The issue is that British football is lacking so many things to make it great - as in the case of 1966 - yet again. The best British teams embody crisp passing - often, a little too crisp - along with good chemistry, fight and determination to win at all costs, within the framework of the rules. The vast majority of British players have integrity, and immense honor in attaining legitimate victories. One major problem with their approach - which is detracting from their current potential - is the shortcut mentality. They will inevitably push the issue around the box, usually resorting to crossing the ball as their best means of attack. This is spurred on by the overly exuberant fan base, who, if rewarded with a goal, will go absolutely mad on top of mad. What's not to like about that? As a result, the players feel rushed by the fans, the coaches, who share this enthusiasm, to create goals. There's very little patience in the culture of British football - something they should learn from Spain: patience. The problem is the players begin to mold into crossing machines, who dribble less, create less chemistry with teammates, resulting in a very direct approach. What's not to like? When they do it good, it all looks okay. And the fans remind you of it.
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