KentBlue
Well-Known Member
It's long been a poisoned chalice at the swamp, as we all knew it would be once the despot finished.
Under his dictatorship the club could do what they wanted, both on and off the field. They had more money to spend than any other club, they had the protection of the entire British media which ensured no negative press would be permitted to tarnish their image, and the match officials were either too scared to stand up to that bombastic can of putrid piss and his lackey, Gill. Or they just wanted their fifteen minutes of fame at the swamp: being seen by millions of Sky subscribers, grinning inanely at the cameras dotted all around the periphery ("Hi mum. It's your little boy here. I'm refereeing your favourites. Done well for myself, haven't I?").
The downward spiral was absolutely inevitable, but the rag hierarchy bought into the myth created by Sky and started to believe in their own immortality as a money-making machine.
Under his dictatorship the club could do what they wanted, both on and off the field. They had more money to spend than any other club, they had the protection of the entire British media which ensured no negative press would be permitted to tarnish their image, and the match officials were either too scared to stand up to that bombastic can of putrid piss and his lackey, Gill. Or they just wanted their fifteen minutes of fame at the swamp: being seen by millions of Sky subscribers, grinning inanely at the cameras dotted all around the periphery ("Hi mum. It's your little boy here. I'm refereeing your favourites. Done well for myself, haven't I?").
The downward spiral was absolutely inevitable, but the rag hierarchy bought into the myth created by Sky and started to believe in their own immortality as a money-making machine.