FriendlyBlue said:
But the comparison is bogus. When John Moores was chairman of Everton, we were indeed known as the Millionnaires Club, but John Moores backed the managers in the form of loans, all of which were paid back to him in full. John Moores did not invest one penny into Everton. Everything he invested was returned at least tenfold. He owned the majority of the club when players were paid buttons in todays terms when the wage bill was less than 10% of club turnover.
I don't begrudge City success, we were very similar clubs both in fan base and football terms before the money arrived, and I will always be in the 'Anyone but Liverpool' camp. But getting back on thread, the financials are totally different: you would be bankrupt if your investors demanded a return of their investment and walked away. Doesn't matter how much money you have now, you will always remain hostage to fortune.
Bollocks. The bottom line is we're wedged to fuck whilst you lot are skint. We're aiming for the stars whilst your lot are like a one armed man trying to keep afloat in a stormy ocean of abject poverty. We're all delerious with our good fortune whilst you lot can't imagine why a billionaire Arab chose us and not Everton. When you're asleep you have nightmares about turning up at your shitty, run-down rat infested excuse of a stadium with the gates having been a pad-locked. We dream of a future coloured in a hue of sky blue involving trophys.
'A hostage to fortune?' That's fucking brilliant. Do you honestly think I give a flying fuck whether you think we've been fortunate? If Everton or its fans had been fortunate enough to have landed the golden ticket you'd all be having a joint wankfest but, unfortunately for you, you didn't.
The thing is I feel your pain, I really do. I feel it and enjoy it. I revel in it. Your pain is like a nice, cosy, comfy blanket and it keeps me warm.