This oncoming transfer window is giving every impression that it’s going to be a remake of The Longest Day.
As per my earlier piece we’re in for perhaps more speculation than most sides. A front line that a house clearance company wouldn’t take away and suitors for their positions will certainly arrive by chartered coach.
But that’s much duller than the undercurrent of rumour relating to our tight lipped ashen faced supremo and Levy & Co. This chitter chatterhas been doing the rounds for a good few weeks and I thought I’d threaten my Dairylea server with the subject a while. My questions are – what’s up, if anything and is it believable?
Giving some chronological order to matters unless anyone out there has ‘fresher meat’ the last public comment we got was in the closing days of the last window when Citizen Redschnapps was giving us Larry Large out of his car window with that ‘The chairman wants to spend’ schtick.
So now we are supposed to swallow the tale that Levy & Co are suddenly revealed (‘At long last!’ cry the Communists in the cheap seats) as the purely money grabbing agents of ENIC: the football Death Star – we knew them to be all along.
Question to the tree hugging Customer Reference Number in the front row: How long have ENIC & Levy been at this THFC long firm lark now and when are you ever going to wind it in?
Every season this hairbrained conspiracy theory that Levy is a bagman man for the ENIC mob emerges. It’s laughable. There sadly appears to be a decent raft of fans out there who are prepared to operate very selectively when it comes to facts. Which to embrace, which to twist or worse still absolutely ignore.
So is there a rift or not? Ha. I speculate that there is. Arry hummed, Haaah’d and fecked about in the last window. We know this as he banked upon our existing strikers coming good. They did not. The epitaph to this fantasy that didn’t pan out was 3MP’s own goal. Nail, might I introduce coffin?
Levy I imagine, is rightly furious with Arry. There’s been some mismanagement at the highest level. It’s his job to select the team and with no Director Of Football on the manor it’s his job to assimilate all the scouting info and select targets.
I called Benzema based upon good info. It didn’t happen and ordinarily you never hear why. When you’ve stuck your neck out like I did, you care even less. But Benzema was very much in place. But for a move, not a loan. Arry hesistated I am told. He believed that ‘his boys’ would come good.
So Levy’s a saint and Arry’s the devil? Didn’t know that H -Thanks for clearing that one up. Case closed. Nothing to see here. Go back to your homes. Of course not. Levy must frustrate Arry at every turn. Wanna flog a right back to a geezer in a motor who’s as safe as houses who’s in a right two and eight? The response of Portsmouth’s director probably translated as, ‘This is very exciting, isn’t it!’ Anyone want to defend that schmuck might wish to take a crash course in ‘Doing Sums’.
The wage cap based upon how much we earn as a business is a dog. I wouldn’t have the self control. Few amongst you would. I say this as few actual real life football club directors bother to pay it much attention.
The wage cap is a muzzle. We know that. But it’s down to Arry to manage. Every business has it’s restraints. Which leads me neatly on to… where has all this rift talk come from?
Well, one of the parties concerned can’t go to buy a paper without phoning talk SPORT. The other one has steered a football club away from obvious and irressistable perils for some time now.