To paraphrase Cromwell
'It is high time for us to put an end to your standing in this league, which you have dishonoured by your contempt of all rules, and defiled by your practice of every trick... ye are a pack of mercenary wretches...
'Is there a single virtue now remaining amongst you? Is there one vice you do not possess? Ye have no more integrity than my arse...
'Ye sordid prostitutes, have you not defil'd this great league...Ye are grown intolerably odious to the whole nation...
'Take away that purple nose there, and lock up the doors... In the name of Mancini, go!'