Tuesday, 27 April 2021

Brendan Rodgers shows Super League principles - but in a good way

It seems very rich (!) that Super League evil man Florentino Perez should question the attention span of  supporters when he himself has presided over 12 managers in his 18 combined years as the head of Real Madrid.   

Sometimes, as with Vicento Del Bosque in 1999, a Champions League isn't enough. If the league doesn't come with it, you're out on your ear, pal. So it was no surprise that the popular Super League was erected by the insatiable appetite of Perez, only to be withered away so soon by the passion-killing youths he so caringly reached out to, as they fanny-farted all over his sordid intentions, screaming their lack of consent and blowing their rape alarms.        

Why does a 74 year old billionaire care about 'saving' European football anyway? He's just bored, isn't he? Bored of all those league titles and Champions League wins. Bored of being the president of one of the most famous clubs in the world. None of it is enough. Retirement doesn't seem much cop to him either. Is he just trying to stay alive by killing the game? Or was it actually world-wide attention he was after?

Perez hasn't apologised for the grenade he threw, but then he probably doesn't think he has to, and maybe he doesn't. The owners of the six implicated Prem clubs have said sorry, or at least got their minions to do it, and though apologies were never going to have much impact there was, in contrast to the political world that Perez comes from, at least a show of contrition.

Further down the food chain, there are examples of leadership and accountability in football that embarrass, or should embarrass governments. Leicester City manager Brendan Rogers, seemingly a ready-made politician if ever there was one in the Prem, dropped three of his players for attending a house party that broke Covid restrictions. The game in question was at West Ham, enjoying their best season for 35 years and just below Leicester in the table with both battling for a top four spot and Champions League qualification (now back on the agenda). West Ham won 3-2 and City could certainly have done with the creativity and threat of James Maddison, who has scored eight goals and set up five in 26 matches this season from midfield; but as Rodgers said, "they have to be punished or they don't learn". 

Maddison, in some areas, shows an ample capacity not to learn. Sent off for diving against Brighton & Hove Albion in 2018, he publically apologised to Leicester fans, tweeting that he'd "learn from it". Fast forward four months, and Maddison falls over a non-challenge from Arsenal's Ainsley Maitland-Niles, who mouths "I didn't touch you, Mads" but is himself sent off. MOTD pundit Danny Murphy referred to the apparent contrition after Brighton and pledge to learn and said "He hasn't". 

This season though, Maddison drew praise from Gary Lineker, of course, and indeed some primary school teachers for setting an example with a "virtual celebration" when scoring for City. Explaining his air high-fives, he said "It's probably what we should all be doing at the moment". And yet, in light of the party a few weeks after (and examining his other celebrations that include directly addressing tv cameras and running imaginary lines to signpost his name on his shirt), one could easily conclude that it was actually just a bit of attention-seeking.

Rodgers could have said Maddison's partying (and hiding-when-busted) was being 'dealt with internally' blah, blah', or even kept it quiet (if that were possible) or perhaps, as some other leaders have done during lockdown, defended him for breaking clear guidance, maybe going as far to praise him; after all what self-respecting 24 year old wouldn't endanger lives by attending a party of approx 20 people. Rules are there to be broken!         

Instead Rodgers showed true, responsible leadership, as did Arsenal manager Mikel Arteta in March, dropping captain and star striker Pierre-Emerick Aubameyang for again being late to team meeting before the North London derby. Again, that could have been kept quiet, but while Aubameyang's removal could have resulted in huge pressure and ill-will on the man in charge, there are principles being shown by those underneath the moneymen (with their 39th games and Project Big Pictures and Super Leagues) that demonstrate an integrity and humanity lacking in those who are playing an entirely different game above them.      

Thursday, 18 February 2021

The Unholy Espirito of the FA Cup

Thirty minutes or so into Wolves vs Southampton last Sunday (14.02.2021), Amazon Prime commentator Peter Drury (he's been called worse) suggested that the home side had "an hour to vindicate that prioritisation", having just gone a goal down to Southampton in the Premier League.

The prioritisation that Drury referred to was the decision of Wolves manager, Nuno Espirito Santo, to play a weakened Wolves side at the same venue against the same opposition three days before, on the grounds that it was only an FA Cup match.

An hour after Drury's countdown, Espirito Santo held his assistant in a long, warm and Covid-unaware embrace as the final whistle blew on a 2-1 win for his side, at which point the vindication was presumably reached. After all, the overhauling of Southampton's lead meant that Wolves were now ten points from safety in the comfort of 13th place in the table. Job well done, Espirito Santo Ghost might have whispered into the ear of the assistant, and perhaps also "Who wants to go to fricking Wembley anyway?"

Yet, the path of the vindication was not a straight-forward one driven only by fresh legs and minds; Wolves were, to better trained eyes and heavier wage packets than mine, on the right end of two strange penalty decisions that once again exposed the impotence (and point) of VAR and left Southampton ruing their luck - though hopefully not their principles.

Ralph Hassenhuttl's 2-0 win at Molineux on Thursday was their second win against a Prem team in the FA Cup this season and hints at a more positive approach to the competition from a manager who was  enraged at having to take part in a replay last season. Granted, no one wants to go to Tottenham if they can help it, but to show such scorn was an insult to the club's 1976 triumph when, as a Second Division team, they upset the odds, if not the country, by beating Manchester United.

Perhaps if Southampton were more wary of relegation, as was the case last season, then maybe they would be adopting the Espirito Santo philosophy too, but at some point you have to think of supporters. Fans themselves are brainwashed, talking up survival over Wembley, but is consolidation, 15th, 16th in the table worth the sacrifice? Most clubs get relegated, it's just a case of when. Wigan diced with death for about 10 years until going down in 2013 - the year they won Cup against Mansour's Man City in 2013. OK, perhaps the two developments are linked, but memories and history were made. Wigan also beat City in the FA Cup in 2018 when in League One. 

'Ah, League One, there you go, you see', Espirito Santo might wag a finger, or Burnley's Sean Dyche or Eddie Howe (former weakened side overseer at Bournemouth, now a Championship team again), "League One", mate, League One.' But, while a good cup run doesn't necessarily bring on relegation, is it that bad to drop out of the PL? My team never has, so I'm not qualified to surmise, but Southampton themselves and Sheffield United have, like Wigan, been in League One in the last ten years; Man City too, just over 20 years ago. And for all that Wolves and Burnley are keeping it real in 13th and 15th, Southampton will be playing their South Coast rivals Bournemouth (who parted company with Howe at the end of last season's relegation and may have Thierry Henry in position soon) in an FA Cup quarter final. The winner is then one game from proper-earned Wembley and, if luck favours them and they avoid Man City in the last four, have a plausible chance of reaching the Final against them. 

In all likelihood City will win the Cup, probably as part of another domestic treble, and though the current oil-engineered version  are not as vulnerable as Roberto Mancini's side in 2013, there will at least be hope and excitement for whichever underdogs plays them (hopefully not Chelsea or Manchester United). Otherwise you just have reality, and who on earth wants that?                               

Wednesday, 13 January 2021

John Fashanu's dumbing down was ahead of it's time and gave the world Mr Tumble

During his otherwise distinguished playing career, Ian Wright was often asked to explain himself to FA disciplinary committees; "Why did you stick two fingers up to those Oldham fans?; "Why did you punch that Tottenham player?; "Why did you try and break that football near the Manchester United goalie?" Blah, blah, yawny, yawn, blah!

The result of these meetings had a detrimental effect on the lifespan of Wright's Arsenal's goals record, and earned him a number of scattered winter breaks years before the English game invented them (after the rest of Europe) but life is a a bit cosier in the pundit world he now inhabits, where the less regulatory board of Gary Lineker is the only one he has to answer to. And yet, on Saturday evening (9/1/21) after Arsenal had beaten Newcastle United 2-0 in the BBC's live FA Cup 3rd Round match, 'Links' appeared to call into question Wright’s observation on the attacking instincts of Arsenal's Emile Smith-Rowe.

"Explain what you mean by “'play on the half turn'", Gary tapped back at him, presumably for the benefit of those viewers who'd never seen a game of football before but had stumbled upon this fan-free fixture and persevered with it all the way through 90 minutes of plotless ambling - and the start of The Masked Singer on the other side - then extra time, where finally they got their "rewards" by being present for a drilling down into a term of expression for attacking intent. 

Visibly taken aback by the request for justification of his words, Wright could have indeed been forgiven for assuming that a whole new audience had inexplicably tuned in, eager to add "half turn" to "fleckerl" and "soggy bottom" from other 'reality' shows. Floundering, Wrighty suffered the ignominy of having his scrambled words interrupted and clarified by Alan Shearer - a man who'd enjoyed a far jollier relationship with the FA interrogation panel, particularly if meeting just before a World Cup -  jumping in to save the day like Jake Wood (aka Max Branning) when Scott Maslen (aka Jack Branning), completely lost it in the live EastEnders.

Watching from his home not too far from North London, ex Wimbledon striker John Fashanu would have been shaking his head in dismay. If there was anyone better placed to present a pitch-based glossary of terms to an uneducated public, then John couldn't think of them. Fash has never received the recognition he thinks he deserves for his co-commentaries during USA 94, where he, voluntarily mind, took on the role of educator to the masses; back then, he'd heard that many had fallen in love with football on the back of Italia 90, and expected that another section of many would be tuning in to BBC to hear all about this curious sporting event. 

Fash never made it beyond the group stage at USA 94, but left an indelible mark on the tournament. During his predictable stationing at African nation games, he observed in one match the age old trick of a player slotting the ball through another another player's legs and was more than happy to be there to enlighten the sofa-dwelling natives.

"That's called 'a nutmeg'".   

This information was brought to the viewer in a tone later perfected by cBeebies legend Justin Fletcher, who famously attributes his career to Fash, explaining that something special lit up in him during Nigeria-Bulgaria. 

"Honestly I can't owe him enough", the alter-ego of Mr Tumble told us; "I was a young man going nowhere, slumped in front of the telly with nothing but a wacky costume, and then this guy starts talking...it was a game-changer; all I had to do was tweak the patronising element and harness it to better use. You sign!...oh sorry, force of habit!...aaaaay!"

Hearing that he was the inspiration for Fletcher's success, Fash said it was "humbling but not surprising", and though work commitments (Fletcher's) have stunted their friendship growth, it is believed that the children's entertainer is Fash's favourite ever Justin.

Years before 'Fash and Fletch' was written off as a workable idea, the former was approached by an independent company to expand on his World Cup performance by fronting a DVD charting the history of football-speak. However, talks broke down when Fash insisted on using clips of his own playing days to illustrate the action. "This is known as 'a skull-cracking, eye-socket smashing elbow to the head" was deemed a non-starter with those out-of-touch FA disciplinary stiffs.

An embittered Fash was left to ply his trade on ITV's Gladiators, where his change of tack was most evident in never telling anyone what "Awooga" meant.    

The demise of Gladiators amid the advent of the 21st century left the Fash trail to go cold, although he did get back into work for a lesser know cable channel covering the 2010 World Cup, where he exclaimed that "the keeper's had a mare there!", adding further fuel to the suggestion that he'd scaled back on his previous philosophy.

Fash wasn't asked to provide a detailed analysis of his insight to the viewers, but once upon a time would have been happy to do so.                          

Sunday, 3 January 2021

Fame! I'm going to live for not long enough, I'm going to learn how to die young!

Diego Maradona's death this year came on the same day (November 25th) as George's Best's in 2005; also on this day, amateur 'southpaw' Rocky Bilbao overcame Spider Rico in Philadelphia, 1975; and on this same day in 1974, my former Arlon Printers Sunday League strike partner Lee Eveson was born.

Three of those men earned a reputation, globally or locally, for enjoying 'interesting' nights out. The other two men are made up. Two of the non-fictional beings are popularly regarded as the greatest football player ever, while the other can factually claim to have scored the most goals in the 1998-99 Berkhamsted Sunday League Division 5 season.

Perhaps it is folly that the 38-goal Eveson has never had a book or a documentary made about him;  the close attention that both Maradona and Best received from defenders, fans and the press seemed to me, at least - and admittedly through a lager-fuelled blur of resentment - comparable to the relentless stream of women in local nightclubs staking a claim on my team mate and friend. Yet, it is only the Argentinian and the Northern Irishman who can be readily found on film or in print.

Plainly it is the visual form that brings Maradona and Best out into their greatest light. All you need to know about them as super-elite footballers can be found in their skill on screen; the talent so breathtaking it's funny as yet another hoodwinked defender is cruelly exposed; the unique brain in tandem with the quickness of feet; the acute awareness of others, and the channeling of that brilliance into a team structure; the willingness to confront ever-present brutality and face it over and over and over again. Words can be interesting to explain some of the pictures, but if you are lucky enough to be blessed with sight, seeing these greats in action is worth more than a million chapters.

Despite having indulged in the world of the footballer autobiography since before 1986, when Maradona turbo-charged Argentina to their second World Cup title, I wasn't interested in El Diego, his book that first came out in 2000. I have been a passionate fan of Maradona since '86 but knew hitherto of his penchant for hysteria and bitterness. As a 10 or 11 year old, I had even enjoyed Graham Roberts' autobiog 'Hard As Nails' (which my dad owned courtesy of his employment in the Press) but, 15 or so years later, wasn't tempted to own the publication of, in my humble opinion, the best player ever. Maybe I didn't want Maradona’s irrational spiel to tarnish the physical poetry. 

The great players don't always produce great books. Peter Shilton - whose admiration of Maradona’s on-field conduct is well documented - put one out that even I couldn't be arsed to finish (normally I take less than a week to scoff down an autobiog) and Bryan Robson's was equally heavy on match recollection and light on flawed off-pitch decisions that might have drawn the reader in in the first place.

Yet a couple of years ago I did buy Touched By God, Maradona's account of 'How We Won Mexico '86. Judging by the title, you mighty expect this book to be an uplifting read of a very special time for Argentinian citizens, but which in reality is a 300 page rant directed at FIFA, Carlos Bilardo and the Argentinian FA, interspersed with passive aggressive digs at Pele and Lionel Messi. The energy of perceived betrayal drives the book like he powered the team to history. 

Sadly, both Maradona and Best died prematurely on their respective days and years, crying foul play, unable to have hurdled all the dark challenges of fame. They will be revered forever, although the end of their stories might offer consolation to a striker born on the same day as their deaths who literally wasn't in their league.                     

    

Tuesday, 24 November 2020

Suffering is good for the football soul - but there are limits

In 1988 when Luton Town won the Littlewoods Cup - their first ever trophy - manager Ray Harford spoke about the importance of suffering through the lean years to make the success even sweeter.

This perspective would have been lost on all the Liverpool 'supporters' at my Hemel Hempstead school back then, these 'plastic scousers' having chosen guaranteed regular glory by following the domestic kings of England but who still became resentful, despite all the associated silverware, when my club, Arsenal, (beaten by Luton in that Final in 1988) began to interrupt their relentless boasting.  

For many years though, I felt as if I, too, had chosen my club, (even while accepting that my dad, and his dad, who’d lived on Highbury Hill where my Dad was born, may have had an influence!) But it wasn't based on gluttony. I joined just as Liam Brady left, and knew nothing of the four domestic and European Finals in three years Terry Neil's team had reached. In truth, I'd actually missed out on three episodes of upset, but there wouldn't be any more Wembley for a while, only for Spurs, winning the FA Cup in '81 and '82 and then the UEFA Cup in '84.    

It is probably insulting, as a fan of a world-famous club from the capital, to promote my tales of woe when there was proper misery going on elsewhere (especially at Luton, who were relegated just a few years after Wembley and then nosedived through the league and then out of it; they are, admirably, back in the Championship now, but wow have they been bruised) but I will do that anyway; cup humiliations at home to Walsall, and away at Oxford United and York City in the 80's (a time when such giant-killings were not half-expected as they are these days when a "shock" is paradoxically predicted by pundits) served to magnify the euphoria of Arsenal's own Littlewoods Cup Final win, a year before Luton's, against that mighty Liverpool.

Liverpool fans moaned of course, in '87, about the winning goal deflection off Ronnie Whelan who was playing out of position, just as they would moan about David Seaman making brilliant saves at Anfield in 90-91 when Arsenal beat them on the way to winning the league, though there is a sense that perhaps their grief became all the more acute seeing as it happened so rarely. Perhaps it's true that eternally struggling teams become immune, while those who have set themselves up for royalty end up being ravaged by piercing shocks to the system.

Arsenal winning the league at Anfield in the last minute of the last game in an accidental title-decider, by virtue of having scored more goals that 88-89 season with both teams level on points, is almost poetic in it's brutality to those far-away Liverpool fans who had signed up for something far different. Perhaps some fly-by-nighters didn't actually care a jot, but most became invested. While born and bred Liverpudlians understood that the 96 lost lives at Hillsborough just a few weeks before was the real tragedy, the 15 year olds in Hertfordshire may have been a few years shy of that protective philosophy.  

Back to the present day now, and Spurs are top of the league. It's only November, but they have dangerous players, a lauded, crafty manager hitting some sort of renaissance and The Year Ends in One next season. They should perhaps be allowed a turn at happiness, for they have suffered, too, particularly in the late 90's and 2000's, when Arsenal were winning doubles and going through seasons unbeaten, while they tried 100 managers to try and turn it around, and the only one who did, briefly, was a former Arsenal manager, who was eventually sacked days before an FA Cup semi-final in 2001, which they lost to Arsenal.

It wasn't like Tottenham were always badly struggling; they started to head for 6th and 5th towards the mid-2000's, but there were times when it must have been hard to be a Spurs fan; losing to Arsenal's under-strength team in the Carling Cup semi in 2007; no wins at Arsenal's home since an even more reserve match in 1993 - days before Arsenal were due to play in the Cup Final (having beaten Spurs in another semi). Perhaps their nadir was in January 2004 (midway through Arsenal's 'invincible' season), 3-0 up at home to the proper Manchester City, who had a player sent off but still went on beat their hosts 4-3. 

The Sunday league team I played for in the early-mid 2000's was rife with Spurs fans, and they used full delusion and denial to get them through this period of life. Luckily they were all were young, single lads so would be out on the razz on a Saturday night instead of watching Arsenal’s latest masterclass on Match of The Day, although they stayed in to watch it when The Gunners’ 30 match unbeaten run was stopped by 17 year old Wayne Rooney at Everton in 2003.

I now have a handle on my suffering. I used to make myself watch every recorded defeat, as if avoiding it would disqualify me from any future success. I used to sneer at fans who said they weren't going to watch the highlights if their team had lost. But last season I decided, for my well-being, not to sit through MOTD2 when Spurs beat Arsenal at White Hart Lane, and it didn't stop me enjoying Arsenal winning the FA Cup just a few weeks later.

So now that I am so grown up and wise, I should acknowledge the pain Spurs have been through - suffering I couldn't imagine. Even when Spurs got good they couldn't avoid pain, finishing 2nd in The Prem to Chelsea in 16-17 with a points total six more than the previous seasons’ winners, Leicester City; so if the Covid-era football lands them with a first league title for 60 years, a fair person would applaud, accept their triumph in dignity and feel happy for the minority of Spurs fans who are good people.

And then I think of some of those other fans, and start to pin my hopes on the annual Harry Kane ankle injury in March derailing their season so that they go a 13th year without a trophy. 

Wednesday, 16 September 2020

Is Jack Grealish’s new contract just a Delph into the past?

News of Aston Villa captain Jack Grealish signing a new five year contract was greeted jubilantly by the club's directors who can now expect a large compensation fee when he leaves for a better team next season. 

The canny Villains board pulled off a similar coup in 2015-16 when the then armband-wearer Fabian Delph applauded Villa Park fans who were apparently delighted that he'd just tied his future to the club - also for half a decade - only for him to leave for Manchester City within 6 months.

"I'm not leaving", Delph declared in January 2016, EIGHT DAYS before signing up at the Etihad, where his moral bankruptcy was immediately overshadowed by his new bosses. 

The suspicion is that Aston Villa captains cannot be trusted. Grealish himself was even quicker than Delph (naturally) to be caught with his hot-pants on fire. "Stay Home. Stay Safe. Protect the NHS", he'd urged Villa fans to follow government advice during lockdown on March 28th of this year, only to be discovered A DAY LATER at the scene of a car accident en route to visiting a non-essential friend.   

Despite Grealish being much better than Delph, Manchester City have ruled themselves out of a near future bid for him, as they are unwilling to gamble their sports-washing project on a third arch exponent of defying Covid-19 regulations. With Kyle Walker and Phil Foden having pressed high up the pitch on various women in tight areas during the pandemic, Grealish’s own appetite for rule-flouting, in addition to his tanned, showy-haired profile, causes concern for the Abu Dhabi ruling state presiding over City that he might one day be caught at it with a man. 

A man-on-man act, illegal in AD, would force the Mansour clan’s crack legal team - famed for overturning City’s European ban on the grounds of crimes being reported too late - to work overtime in finding a woman to blame and, ideally, sending her to jail (with all the other banged up crims in Qatar, including those notorious journalists with their nasty questions and reporting of the facts {even on time}.)

City’s distaste for Grealish would still leave plenty of other suitors willing and able to soak up an inflated fee and offer wages keeping him in spray tan for life, even taking into account the Fully Comp demand. Like City, Chelsea have a recent history of throwing it about a bit, and may even get some money off for taking on Villa assistant John Terry as part of the deal, even just to end all the begging and crying. 

Barcelona may too be in need of a Happy Shopper replacement for Lionel Messi soon, their captain having also recently signed a new contract to 2021, while a new three year deal agreed by Arsenal skipper Pierre Emerick Aubameyang opens up the possibility of a summer vacancy on the left of Mikel Arteta’s side.

But who will replace Grealish himself? Well, Villa boss Dean Smith will be scouring the continent for recently well-publicised deals stating loyalty and commitment. Or failing that, Delph might fancy going back to Villa Park for the gig, citing regret at leaving in the first place, sorrow for saying he wasn't leaving when he was and annoyance that his current club Everton have signed some decent midfielders while he was getting himself injured again.   





Sunday, 6 September 2020

Of colour TV a real threat to football fans still living in black and white age

Thanks to the miracle of modern paranoia, Owen Hargreaves' jittery performance in the BT Sport holding role during the free-to-air Champions League Final (Sunday 23rd August) is now explained. 

Hargreaves, summarising after his former club Bayern Munich had beaten Paris St Germain 1-0 in Lisbon to claim European football's elite vanity prize, repeatedly repeated himself in trying to explain Bayern's philosophy, reviving memories of all of his England displays, apart from against Portugal in the 2006 World Cup. 

Against a backdrop of Thomas Muller gooning about and Neymar being slobbered on the head, Hargreaves stuttered "It's not just about winning" three times in four sentences, prompting host Gary Lineker to give Rio Ferdinand the secret signal to dig out another beer-based anecdote from Moscow 2008. Hargreaves' impersonation of a five year old just starting to delve into word-forming (with the millions watching playing the role of patient parent careful not to destroy confidence) was in stark contrast to his engaging interview in August's edition of Four Four Two magazine: so why the difference between the written and oral experiences?

Well, the answer must surely come from BT's rival fan-killing channel, Sky Sports. Three days after the Champions' League Final, Sky announced three high-profile redundancies, terminating with immediate effect the contracts of Matthew Le Tissier, Phil Thompson and Charlie Nicholas from Sky Soccer Saturday, the programme where people watch other people watching football. Initially it seemed that the former ex pros were the victims of the kind of routine clear-out or refreshing of staff that has been happening for a number of decades in the television industry. However, leaked hunches that spilled out almost the second the dismissals were made public, declared that - yet again - the relentless, unstoppable march of the ethnic minorities had come over here to take our jobs. To compound the misery of Those In The Know (TitK) it wasn't just Manchester-born laughing man Micah Richards who was set to swing into Thompson's grave while it was still warm, but - and look away now if you don't want to face reality - another suspect mentioned was Londoner Alex Scott...a WOMAN!

So insistent were TitK on the matter, that such an invasion was likely to have been on their radar for some time, and in hindsight they must have been terrified on Champions' League night that the stuttering Hargreaves would be replaced by a black person at any minute. Indeed, if not in fact, Scott may have been standing just out of studio sight, next to a producer, ready to go on if Hargreaves didn't pick up. Although this blog post hasn't been published yet, I'm being told that a hook, based on an idea from family friendly seventies' show The Comedians, is permanently swinging above all white-skinned pundits as a threat to their continuation on all football programmes. This hook or, as Titk have speculated, spear - has been in place ever since Black Lives Matter has gone too far the other way now. Hargreaves was clearly unnerved by the whole episode, while his relaxed former Manchester United club-mate Ferdinand, crucially of mixed race, evidently outperformed him.   

Like in Germany in 2006, Hargreaves clung on to preserve his dignity, but TitK say that hooks or spears, metaphorical or physical, are just the tip of the iceberg. Said Titk spokesman Neal Derthan, "The writing is on the wall for our football as we know it. Trusted establishments like Sky and BT will be forced out and replaced by BLM Sports - a whole corporation run by blacks, employing just blacks, with only cleaning positions available for whites. What kind of world would that be to live in? Unimaginable isn't it, but I tell ya, it's coming."   

Titk have yet to make any firm plans for protests but have identified a double decker bus to help drive  the campaign.    


Brendan Rodgers shows Super League principles - but in a good way

It seems very rich (!) that Super League evil man Florentino Perez should question the attention span of  supporters when he himself has pre...