And so the football carousel keeps spinning around.** Almost everybody riding it seems to possess a stronger sense of self-interest and hypocrisy than us football supporters who right now genuinely don’t know whether our ar$es are bored, punched or countersunk.
(Ask a carpenter if you’re in any doubt as to what the three words after ar$es refer to.)
We’re collectively and quickly realising beyond all doubt that we simply do not count in the grand scheme of things. £55 a month for a season ticket at Carrow Road and probably three times that amount at the Emirates. Multiply it by home capacity and it’s still just a drop in the North Sea.
And I’m slowly beginning to think that our version of “them” isn’t too bad at all in a relative way, if you see what I mean. It isn’t really the clubs: in this case it’s the unholy trinity of Premier League, Sky TV and BT Sports that are fighting the hardest to get this season underway.
Sod the players and physios, sod the matchday officials, and particularly sod the supporters.
Then our glorious Government cultural minister [I’m proud that I cannot recall his name] decides what a blast it would be to televise matches behind closed doors at neutral grounds. It would cheer up the country said the man who once went to a football match by accident, I guess.
And to turn down the profane language on the pitch in an empty stadium by lowering broadcasting volume. It wouldn’t have worked with Big Dunc or Malky and that’s for sure. Or Mayor MacLean either. We can hear you Kenny!
As I write our Prime Minister is due to deliver a much-leaked speech about gradual relaxation of lockdown – probably my least favourite American word after “supersize”.
And following that City will be joining the other 19 clubs later today in an attempt to bring this season to some kind of finite end. The rumours flying around about the massive division between the top six and the bottom six is boring me immensely.
I’ll guess we’ll find out very little more later today.
It will only be about money.
In the unlikely case that the season is voided, if we accept a few million quid “behind the scenes” on top of parachute money for meekly agreeing to be relegated without putting up a justifiable fight that will keep certain folks happy. Villa and Bournemouth might not adopt the same stance of course. But you can guarantee we will.
I’d like to end with a pertinent quote, which isn’t normally my style.
Who said this last Friday of the Premier League: Martin Luther King? Malcolm X? Or Nelson Mandela?
“We cannot allow players to be pitched against clubs, clubs to be pitched against clubs, clubs to be pitched against the league, or the league to be pitched against the broadcasters”.
Maybe Sir Thomas More? Mahatma Ghandi? Erasmus?
No. Karren bleedin’ Brady, that’s who.
At least Norwich City Football Club has retained its dignity.
**Well did you really expect anything else?