Sunday 6 November 2011

Jam Tomorrow, part 95













Is it not astonishing, what one may encounter at a NFL fixture between Chicago Bears and Tampa Bay Buccaneers?

Well, well, well. It would appear that there is, possibly, some small degree of substance in the seemingly far-fetched tale of Indian businessmen seeking to invest a tranche of money in The Everton Football Club Company Limited, or, indeed, to take over the club completely. More cynical souls that I have suggested that the latest "saviours" have been conjured out of thin air in order to counter the opprobrium from supporter's groups angry at what is perceived as inertia on behalf of the current board of directors in divesting themselves of their interest in the football club; yet others, of an even more cynical bent, suggest that the club's pressing need to generate revenue via the means of sales of  half-season tickets are at the root of the story.

Except that there is something of a subtle difference this time around: Mr. William Kenwright CBE is rather quiet on the matter. Indeed, he went so far as to have his local mouthpiece, The Liverpool Daily Post and Echo, carry a story which was as close to a denial as one would ever get from the mercurial, avuncular chairman with a song in his heart, holes in his shoes and stale piss infused in his socks. Oh, and Uncle Cyril's handlebars wedged up his arse cheeks.

Whyever should he choose to do so? Why would he choose to disavow such a potentially lucrative rumour? Does he feel that the investors are simply not good enough for the "drunken knobhead" supporters of, and shareholders in, The Everton Football Club Company Limited? Does he smell a rat, as he supposedly did with the gentleman who was alleged to have attempted a takeover of the club from a one-bedroomed flat in Manchester?

Or, possibly... could it just be that these people are, in fact, serious players, with a serious interest in a major retail and infrastructure project in Liverpool, and they could realistically wrest Mr. Kenwright's fat, arthritic sausage fingers from around his precious train set if the seriousness of their intent ever became apparent? And that The Dear Leader is now trying to inveigle himself into a position where he is allowed to remain as some sort of figurehead, despite his catastrophic tenure as the chairman of the football club, in order to salvage his fragile "luvvie" ego (plus, of course, make a hefty profit on his shareholding)?

Has Mr. Kenwright's exhortation for supporters to "watch this space" returned to bite him on the arse? One can but hope. Especially now that The Everton Football Club Company Limited's first team squad find themselves in 17th position in the English Premier League, and could realistically find themselves in the bottom three in two weeks' time, such is the alarming lack of confidence, inspiration and ability in the side at present.

Do others sense that salvation, or administration, is now imminent?




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