The Smokescreen

AFC Wrexham’s proposals to the National League for streaming rights can be termed as self-serving, with the Dragons running the narrative that the club has the best interests of all the NL clubs. Nonsense of course, a smokescreen. The clubs do not have the same pots of cash or commercial scope to compete with Wrexham and to suggest, cannot hope to attract a wider audience of note with the streaming effect. Wrexham are owned by the Hollywood tinsel of Ryan Reynolds and Rob McElhenney, wear the tinsel with self-serving rights.

Thae start point cost of streaming is 90,000 with many clubs unable or prepared to allocate the streaming facility, not on a pigeon’s prayer of rich droppings. To equate, the operational costs for the National League clubs comes in at £500,000 to a one million pounds ball park figure per season, that’s the tight budgets, room to manoeuvre? No Wrexham have a head start on the League with their investment portfolio, a club that’s paying £300,000 plus on player transfer fees and £5000 plus on player wages for a select band, a level playing field? No.

Wrexham would have to breach, activate, on approval, UEFA’s article 48 (statues) which reads, UEFA are holders of exclusive television rights of football matches which take place under their jurisdiction, this has to fall in line with the scope on regulations. This article has never been activated with National League approval level to facilitate streaming. AFC Wrexham want to open end the article to give the club the get go to stream, in theory the Robins would be the only club claiming the golden egg, to profit substantially under their tinsel town banner. The rest would be trailing behind even further, the monster to create, to submerge the rest, that’s the subplot, to manipulate, to self-serve, AFC Wrexham, Reynolds and McElhenney, the smokescreen, all that glitters?

Hotel Debt

To thit the grape vine, chew on that, watch the pips, the Ryan Giggs, toe sucking Paul Scholes and the Gary Neville’s hotel football alongside Old Trafford’s theatre of dreams has become the hotel of debt with a 3.2 million pound loss incurred. Neville has a panache for incurring debt following on from the Salford City FC debacle, a nineteen million red zone debt.

To suggest that Gary needs a personal regulator, Garry the man who offers advice, but does not heed his own with one’s lifestyle being questioned, hectic, relentless according to Gary. Under the doctor’s schedule, a clean bill of health was not issued with Gary stating that he needs the fast lane, but needs to slow down, regulation required, to take head, attention. On one’s visit; on a dark drenched street in Manchester, a glimmering through the puddles, in the distance I could see the hotel of debt, a shimmering of light, it cannot be, do they have a customer, I has to stop for the night, but not in that hotel, rationed bacon. To suggest an extension of Fergie time, to reset, Peter Schmeichel to give Neville a bollocking, Ryan Giggs to hold the cheeks and Alex to declare Fergie time, is that does not slow Gary down then nothing will.

Neville’s Regrets?

A dark light shone on Gary Neville with one’s regrets on defending the World Cup hosts Qatar on human rights issues, reference the stadium construction workers, with Gary taking the proceeds from a YouTube documentary having been in denial of their treatment and has now switched into a second documentary for Sky Sports, who are his pay masters. A towing of the line with a wind of change, belch, to offering a different take on the Qatar government having seen the worker’s real working and living conditions or perhaps Sky Sports have had a word in Gary’s ear. Changeable, insular, still speaking to Beckham, whose support for the regime is unrelenting, reigned in by Sky Sports, hospitality suites on offer.

Morphed

It’s a strange concept when a footballer’s wife wants to morph into something they are not, a celebrity masked, perhaps from a quiet bunny to a dragon, no given talent, but I want to be a celebrity. How many more times, Rebekah Vardy of course with the ‘V’ clan being hit with a 1.5 funding pot pf Coleen Rooney’s court costs that’s what celebrity can do for you, where’s Jamie? Oh he has done a runner, the web of intrigue.

Gruesome Wantsome

According to Manchester City’s Erling Haaland, the success behind the scenes can be afforded in part to a diet of the cow’s heart and liver, very appetising, the cows will be happy, all washed down with highly filtered, enriched pure distilled water, gulp!

Perhaps if Erling could add the pig’s head to the diet to strike more terror into the opposition, look into my eyes. The same diet had a similar hold on oneself, the effect of going round and round a field like a wrecking ball, dream on, that’s Haaland.

The Blame Game

The Cristiano Ronaldo debate rumbles on with the Ron pulling a strop and departing the United bench for a tunnel exit in the 89^th minute of United’s encounter v Tottenham Hotspur. Ronaldo for his sins made the wrong move and should have stayed bench warm seated, to feed more ammunition for the snipers.

The United manager Erik ten Hag is in a position where he can manoeuvre Ronaldo which ever way suits him, play, don’t play, come on for a cameo performance, one night out at the Old Trafford palladium for the Ronaldo to become the pantomime villain, to suggest would suit ten Hag, gives power to the Dutchman, to engineer a strong position of authority. Respect is a two way street, has that been the case on both sides the blame game, Ronaldo and ten Hag.