Red Flagged, Ronaldo

Christiano Ronaldo’s never-ending quest to fill one’s bank vaults show no abating with the Ron signing on the dotted line for the Crypto exchange platform Binance, with the company subsequently being red flagged as a financial risk. The Crypto company whose tokens are a replacement for real money, is there a ghost in the house? The company is of Chinese origins to jump ship to Japan and the Maltese Falcon with the company now based in Malta and holds a courtship in the USA, murky movements to conceal.

Ronaldo’s involvement can be termed as a solicitation of investment which leads to unregistered securities not to be offered to the general public for sale value, if so it becomes illegal, similar to prostitution but without the sex tapes all loaded into the pot, stocks, bonds and notes. The company’s investors subsequently increased by 500% on the straddle straps of Ronaldo, jump on board. So is it a case of the dastardly Ron who is being paid for one’s deceitful sins and does not give a syrups bee sting on one’s slapped arse.

Ronaldo has been registered onto a complaint file to a Florida Court with the Ron being viewed as complicit to promote and participate in the Binance dealings. The bigger picture problem for the Ronaldo disciples who engaged with Binance will fall foul, is that a ‘vanilla’ card. For Ronaldo to step in the USA would not be wise with a sexual assault charge previously pending, to awaken the sleeping dogs syndrome. The Ron chose not to declare his payments for the promotional stunt as required by the U.S. Securities and Exchange Commission hence the Miami intrigue Don Johnson and all that, don’t forget the white suit on the do Ron Ron.

The company’s former founder Changpeng Zhao, not on the Chinese menu, previously was breached in the USA on the anti-money laundering law. The Christiano response to a lawsuit, quote “something’s cooking”, yes to cook the books, to smell the greens or to be termed those bronzed tokens on the bullshit works dreamboats, up the shit creek without a paddle, to be sunken?

A Castle of Fraud?

Dating back to the Mike Ashley era HM Revenue and Customs have claimed the necessary documents with regard to Newcastle committing a possible tax fraud with the club trying to block the authorities, something to hide? Code named ‘Operation Loom’. Perhaps Doomsday is lurking for the club, the Toon’s secrecy chambers to abuse the tax system to make payments to agents and players to close transfer deals.

The Premier League failed to pursue the club initially smelling a rat in 2017, only the gutless back-off attached to the Premier League head honchos read the memo no fibre. So were the Saudi’s sniffing around then with a view to buying the club, brown notes and that. So the question is, will Newcastle United be deducted points if found guilty? In the box they go with Chelsea and Manchester City, Postman Pat to mail those points deductions on delivery.

Beefed Up

Who needs cosmetic surgery when a crash busted weight gain can change ones appearance. The Tottenham Hotspur’s flop Tanguy Ndombele at 85 million pounds is now playing his burgers on loan at Turkey’s Galatasaray on the kebabs perhaps, mirrors into the mirror “Who are you, who who who” as being unrecognisable from those lily white days.

The wearing of the bulged Galatasaray shirt is matched with white long john type leggings and gloves to match to fall in line with Ndombele’s cumbersome movement. At first glance Ndombele seemed of American grid iron status, cannot run but a juggernaut at slow pace, is there a fitness regime at the Galatasaray Club nicknamed Jumbo, seems appropriate. The Tottenham manager Postecoglou jettisoned the player out of the club on fitness issues, no surprise here Cilla, what’s the beef?

Trashford

The bling blinger Marcus Rashford seems intent on trashing his career, Rash has become the party poodle highlighted with a party dash to Belfast with no intention of being in any fit state for training and the match beyond.

Private jets, fast cars and the revved-up hangers-on all out to exploit Mr Sulk, leeches looking to suck on the finances, alongside two brothers in tow who fail to point Rashford in the right direction, there would be no parties if they did that. Foolhardy, naïve and self-destruct, choose your friends carefully and that includes the ‘we are family’ syndrome. Marcus’ tequila shots to take pot shots at downing his career, don’t drop your tequilas with your sloppiness on a waitress’s lap, she will come seeking a large cocktail and much, much more. The gobby waitress who revealed all to the paper media outlet, the sun never did shine, but not to fall on the sun’s sun drenched arse she pocketed a nice earner.

Let’s cut to the chase, Rashford is a good footballer, not elite, not world class but can cut a different cloth on occasions, signs the lucrative contract, cannot handle the pressure but feels like a God like figure, confused Marcus? Rashford who has accumulated a lifetimes money and fast loads into a don’t give a shit. Any other underlying problems to come to the forefront? Rashford scored a goal on his return v Wolves with a snapshot, time for a tequila shot?