As I have said so often that I am weary of it: There is an infinite difference between a sublime long ball played to feet or into the path of a team-mate and the 'whack it in the general direction of their goal' Hoof and Hope garbage that scarred the beautiful game.
One is football at it's best, as demonstrated by TC and Hoddle amongst many others; the other is pub football.
I'm afraid the distinction is shamefully lost on many S2 cave-dwellers. Their attempts, from time to time, to hi-jack good football teams like Man Ure and Bayern Munich to the scruffy, ragamuffin, aimless, upanatem, gerritintbox alehouse shite that delights them so much, are truly risible.
Kick it Long; Kick it Hard; Kick it High.