When I was a kid I created my own wrestling card game. I took it into school on a day we were allowed to bring our own games. My mates loved it. The game was a hit for two reasons. The fights were interesting and absorbing; dice rolls, special moves and skill sets giving it a Dungeons and Dragons type feel. Then there were the rankings. The kids loved those rankings.

Points were awarded to each wrestler dependent on what type of fight they won. The more points you scored, the higher up the ranking system you went. This created order where there was chaos, and more importantly, it made the game more realistic. The Brooklyn Brawler was never going to get the chance to fight Hulk Hogan for the WWF title because he never accrued enough points.

I was obsessed with the rankings. I would play the game for hours and loved how the title contenders changed with the ebb and flow of the point system. I was also obsessed with the recording of statistics: who beat whom, how many titles wrestler’s held, and the excitement of The Ultimate Warrior’s 45-match unbeaten run was impalpable.

So I get the need to rank, to order, and to puff up the chests of our peacocks. I just don’t get why we need to have so many? It’s like orange cordial with too much water. There is a dilution that’s gone too far, and I have to start asking what’s the point?