Funnily enough, in personal correspondence with another Blue recently I cited Jonathan Wilson as someone incapable of writing about City without some disapproving reference to the "source of our wealth". It's a coincidence, then, that he's up to his old tricks this morning.
Wilson is an obviously intelligent man who produces some excellent work, though he can't stop himself from being almost comically pretentious on occasion (not for nothing does he feature more regularly than any other football journalist in Private Eye's Pseuds Corner). And he evidently has a well-founded concern for probity in football club ownership. Or does he?
Last summer, a Blue challenged him on why he invariably thus caveats any reference to City but never does similar when writing about Chelsea. Revealingly, the response was laughably, pathetically vapid and unconvincing.
Chelsea, lest anyone forget, are owned by a man who's still owed comfortably north of a billion quid by the club's holding company for funds he's pumped in down the years. He also can no longer obtain a UK work visa because an unexplained wealth order has been issued with respect to him.
In fact, that just denotes he's a crook as the source of his wealth can be explained: it was stolen, cynically and deliberately, from the Russian people. Abramovich, like others in the cohort commonly referred to as the "oligarchs", acquired the basis for his riches in rigged privatisations of state-owned businesses during the 1990s. He paid a paltry (in relative terms) few hundred million for assets worth several billion; typically in this context, the privatised assets realised around 10% of their true worth and those acquired by the Chelsea owner were no different.
Of course, if Wilson is convinced that the probity or otherwise of Chelsea's sole shareholder isn't worth mentioning, there are other issues relating to football ownership that surely are. If we ignore Alisher Usmanov's background presence at Everton (and he allegedly makes Abramovich look like a choirboy), how about the actions of the Americans in charge of the red ugly sisters at either end of the East Lancs Road?
After all, their concern for football lies simply in what they can take out of it. Perniciously, they're conniving at both the European and domestic levels to pervert whatever semblance of proper competition remains in the game for the benefit of their own narrow financial self-interest.
Yet, for Wilson, none of these things are worthy of comment in the same way as is our ownership. In this, he's of course typical of a large section of British football writers, but it's an attitude that amply demonstrates a manifest lack of good faith coupled with an absence of moral or intellectual integrity.
Point that out to him and his mates and they come back with howling accusations of whataboutery. As we all know, having recourse to such allegations is the last refuge of stinking hypocrites when called out on their nauseating double standards.
TL;DR - Wilson is a ****. Fuck him.