The Light Was Yellow Sir
Well-Known Member
A fine example of how a sports team should be run. Refusing to pay transfer fees, other than an occasional donation to a less well off team in the lower leagues. Always playing the youth team, with them all born within a stones throw of the ground. Not a foreign manager for this bastion of sporting fair play.
Not for them breaking the British transfer record several times over. Not for them spending more, in one calendar year, more than anyone else in England.
Not the type of club to have a secret fund to bung parents large piles of cash. Never would pay Peter Lorimers parents £5000, in the 60's, then get it back when he signed for Leeds.
Not the type of club to have a chairman who said "the smaller clubs are bleeding the game dry, they should be put to sleep."
Not the type of club to threaten a breakaway, with those other bastions of our game, Arsenal and Liverpool (and one or two others, a cartel if you will) if they didn't get to keep all home gate receipts.
Not the type of club to fix a game, against Liverpool, so all the players could benefit from betting on the outcome. And they also managed to finish 1 point above relegation that same season. All just a coincidence I would imagine.
Not the sort of club who would have child labourers in India, being paid 6p an hour, making branded footballs.
Not the sort of club to 'tap up' Jaap Stam.
Not the sort of team whose captain would deliberately injure an opponent.
And, certainly not the sort of club, who would patronise and belittle the club from Manchester for years and years, then, when there was a possibility of a slightly more level playing field, would cobble together another cartel to ensure they carry on, in perpetuity.
You can only rejoice in their unsullied success and wish that our club was not stocked by mercenaries and had forward thinking owners, like united have, who might try to build something for the future. I looked at their team on Sunday and the nine English players who, if not from their academy, came on free transfers from non-league and all of who play for nothing but the love of glory and the shirt and thought:
I am thankful, every day, that I never once thought about following the smug, afflicted masses on their way to Perdition.
Not for them breaking the British transfer record several times over. Not for them spending more, in one calendar year, more than anyone else in England.
Not the type of club to have a secret fund to bung parents large piles of cash. Never would pay Peter Lorimers parents £5000, in the 60's, then get it back when he signed for Leeds.
Not the type of club to have a chairman who said "the smaller clubs are bleeding the game dry, they should be put to sleep."
Not the type of club to threaten a breakaway, with those other bastions of our game, Arsenal and Liverpool (and one or two others, a cartel if you will) if they didn't get to keep all home gate receipts.
Not the type of club to fix a game, against Liverpool, so all the players could benefit from betting on the outcome. And they also managed to finish 1 point above relegation that same season. All just a coincidence I would imagine.
Not the sort of club who would have child labourers in India, being paid 6p an hour, making branded footballs.
Not the sort of club to 'tap up' Jaap Stam.
Not the sort of team whose captain would deliberately injure an opponent.
And, certainly not the sort of club, who would patronise and belittle the club from Manchester for years and years, then, when there was a possibility of a slightly more level playing field, would cobble together another cartel to ensure they carry on, in perpetuity.
You can only rejoice in their unsullied success and wish that our club was not stocked by mercenaries and had forward thinking owners, like united have, who might try to build something for the future. I looked at their team on Sunday and the nine English players who, if not from their academy, came on free transfers from non-league and all of who play for nothing but the love of glory and the shirt and thought:
I am thankful, every day, that I never once thought about following the smug, afflicted masses on their way to Perdition.