OK, some cliches/terms/sayings from football of the 1930s and 1940s.
"Dang, he carried that ball like a nickle loaf of bread."
"If he keeps playing that way, he might wind up selling apples on the street."
"That owner is close with a dollar; closer than Coolidge is with his secretary."
"He's making $100 a month to play but he sure isn't playing like it."
"He wants to pass? Next thing you know they'll want doctors on the sidelines. Keep it on the ground!"
"These newfangled helmets are for sissies. What's the world coming to?"
"the monsters of the midway look like midgets of the playground."
"This team wants to travel only by train. Tell it to the Marines!"
"Ya know, times were simpler when it didn't take two dollars to bring the the whole family to the game."
"Look, look, there! Some fans showed up without suit and ties! The world is sure changing, Homer."