The judgment on the 115 charges brought against
Manchester City has been expected ‘imminently’ for some time. On February 8, City manager
Pep Guardiola said it would come in one month. That was nearly six weeks ago.
The whole Byzantine farrago, shrouded in absurd levels of secrecy, scaffolded by threats and grandstanding and mystery, has sometimes seemed eerily similar to episodes from Franz Kafka’s The Trial. Resolution rests tantalisingly and torturously out of reach.
City’s executives and particularly their legal team, like to portray the club as the Josef K of these labyrinthine manoeuvrings, the victim of a shadowy higher power, but the truth is that it is English football fans who are Josef K, increasingly bewildered, increasingly impotent, increasingly disillusioned.
There are some things we already know, even before we know the verdicts on the 115 charges. Or however many charges there are. Estimates seem to differ but we know that the lawyers have already won. Not just City’s lawyers or the
Premier League’s lawyers. Both sides’ lawyers. All of them.
Judging by the sheer grandiosity of his pronouncements, City’s general counsel, Simon Cliff, seems to believe he actually runs English football now. Maybe he actually does run English football. He certainly seems to have Richard Masters, the Premier League’s rather beleaguered chief executive, right where he wants him.
Cliff is a faintly Musk-ish figure, who appears to be fond of shouting the odds and calling the shots. He tells the other 19 Premier League clubs what is legal and what is illegal and when to fall in line and when to disobey. The impression he gives is very much that City run English football now.