What happened to the real beautiful game?

The times when you could tackle someone and they would not lie down screaming in agony making themselves look like an idiot when the replay is shown for all.

What ever happened to jam-packed stadiums full to the brim with fans all on their feet chanting and swaying wearing their teams colours, when you couldn't get to the bog so you had to refresh on the terrace and a game for the masses, 60p for adults, 30p for kids. The sense of humour was the best it ever was. The times of Georgie Best and Nobby Stiles, sliding in the mud just to get on the end of a pass, getting a boot to the face if it meant scoring. That was the times when it really was the Beautiful Game.