It lives. It breathes. It walks the earth again, out there scratching at the doorjamb, rattling the handle, gripped by a renewed and surprisingly self-righteous (fan engagement? Sustainability? Uh, really?) kind of life.
The European Super League never really died of course. Instead it simply collapsed under the weight of its own billionaire-grade stupidity, offering up an initial power-grab so poorly conceived it failed even to satisfy the three elements in its own name.
