Why don’t you just do one Wembley?

Proposals are afoot for that numb-skulling game known as gridiron to have England’s national football stadium as a base in 2018.

That’s right. The arch will herald the arrival of NFL – America’s National Football (sic) League – for a season.

NFL should read no flippin’ limits both to the arrogance of a game that is effectively concertinaed within the borders of the United States of America and to the downright contempt our Football Association has for supporters of football throughout England.

If the proposal comes to touchdown pass then it will reinforce the view that the FA have adopted the role of pimp to the new Wembley. Actually, time now to stop calling it new Wembley, the triumphal arch has been in operation since 2007 after its twin-towered predecessor was reduced to so much rubble.

Any such legacy of the old stadium which admittedly once beyond the exterior view was a damnable disgrace in its last few decades as a national arena, is being eroded like so much land-slip on the east coast of North Yorkshire.

Provided the cash is right, it seems Wembley and its arch are for hire for any old Tom, Dick and Harry Gameonreadytoparty III.

Remember the huge deal it was for fans to trek to Wembley to watch their teams vie for either the FA Cup and from the mid-1960s the League Cup or to watch the national team in action? The weeks of anticipation were accompanied by days in planning and then followed by a journey hours in completing before arriving at the north London mecca.

Now the question is just who hasn’t played at Wembley and if not for football then who hasn’t been to see gridiron mastodons, over-hyped acne-acts and overblown rock groups. Wembley is a whore-dom to whoever pays the right price.

I accept the stadium has to generate income and it’s often a gripe to find so many stadia in this country used barely twice a week.

But the biggest gripe is that Wembley is a national stadium, much trumpeted as the home of English football and the successor to an iconic arena interwoven in the fabric of the game, yet here it is being given over to a hee-haw, lantern-jawed ‘sport’ whose primary function appears to be how much merchandise it can shift and how many television advertising slots can be accommodated.

England as a poodle to the USA commands is seemingly not restricted to politics or economics.

For all Wembley’s brazen pose as a place where wares are hawked, there may well be a silver lining for genuine football fans.

If the NFL extracts, sorry extorts, its season-long Wembley tenure then the England football team will then be peripatetic and not just pathetic.

The three lions will have to go on tour, much as they did in the interim between the bulldozing of the twin towers and the bending into the sky of the replacement arch.

So rather than fans from around the nation having to schlep to a northern segment of the capital from where getting back home north of Watford involves a contingency plan much on the scale of traversing the Amazon jungle, uncle Roy and his charges will come to us.

Stadia in the Midlands, Manchester, Merseyside, the North-East, maybe even in Yorkshire, though York City and York City Knights new ground may still not be built by then, will be able to host England games.

For another brief period more youngsters north of the M25 can be spellbound by the zest of the likes of Nathaniel Clyne, John Stones, Ross Barkley, Jack Wilshire and Raheem Sterling, the next generation hoping to prevail where previous tarnished ones toiled.

It won’t make much difference to the FA mandarins, other than they will have to travel more, because prawn sandwiches and champers taste much the same wherever you are being feted.

But to ordinary supporters, so often sold short, 2018 could be the year of genuine uplift for them and England players, who might also feel the benefit of feeling the love more than they have often encountered darn sarf.

Go on NFL, take Wembley – you can have it.