Haaland? Nah. What Really Makes a Man Scream in the Age of Overcommercialized Football?

Haaland? Nah.

I watched him score his 50th goal in 47 games—not with joy, but with the hollow stare of a man who forgot what made him scream. This isn’t about goals anymore. It’s about contracts. The Premier League didn’t just monetize football; it erased its soul.

The Court Was Never a Stadium

I remember ‘98 in Brooklyn—concrete under streetlights, no helmets, no sponsors. Just sweat, elbows, and a ball that whispered truth through cracked asphalt. That was sport. Not profit margins.

Systematically Erased

Now they call Haaland ‘the future.’ But he doesn’t scream—he calculates. Every assist is an algorithmic whisper from some boardroom where someone traded his heartbeat for equity. The kids aren’t soft—they’re systemically erased by shareholders who don’t know how to dribble.

When Football Forgot Its Soul

We used to play because we loved it—not because it paid rent or moved shares on NASDAQ. Today’s game is a VR simulation where loyalty is sold as NFTs and goals are tokenized on blockchain ledgers.

So What Made You So Scream?

It wasn’t the goals—it was the silence after they took away what made us human. You think Haaland scores because he’s good? No. He scores because you stopped believing in sport—and started counting digits instead of dreams.