He was never going to blame Thatcher, who started the schoolfield sell off.
But for what its worth going out and being made to play football was something I loathed, I was bad at it, I hated it, no-one (quiet rightly) picked me to be on their team.
"Make it yours " the teacher would yell.
"But sir I don't want... certainly nowhere near as much as him, he really wants it sir, it would seem mean to deprive him of it for sport..."
that went down well...
Worse still sometimes I would quite by accident end up with it. then I had to make a decision. Quite a complicated one as there were many factors to consider. "Well I could pass it to Phil, or to Nathan, Nathan is by far the better pair of hands, or I suppose feet, to pass it to, but he seems a little surrounded. I could even have a pop at goal, though the last time I had a pop at goal I hit a dinner lady and she was off work for a month... Oh, someone's taken it away. Never mind. Why does everyone look angry with me?"
I think a different attitude to sport would help, more options. One school I went to made us do Cross country running. You could walk the 4 miles, or run it. But we soon realised if we ran it, we got the next hour doing nothing, sitting about.