”Soccer…”

The word hung in the air like a curse placed upon a defiled tomb.

As it cut through the vibrant air, a deathly silence formed in its wake.

In the still, something stirred.

A presence, something always there and yet never noticed, woke up.

The stadium came alive.

Gales tore through the goal posts, the seats rattled in a furious choir and the ball was held aloft by the sheer tempestuous rage building all around them.

Something raw and primal rose up.

Older than Gods and Devils.

Older than Time and Space.

In a voice ancient and terrible, it roared:

"Oi Bruv, eetz nawt saw-ker. Eetz Fewt-Bawl, innit!?"

I don't get it, why is the title causing you pain?
Is it beacuse as an englishman, you call this sport "football" and know the other football as "american football"?