The PFA The Premiership’s Zebedee. In Comment – Manero. The FA Cup
The PFA
Former footballer’s suffering with dementia seeking assistance from the player’s union of professional footballers the PFA, does not exist in many cases, but what does exist is the union’s head honcho Maheta Molango awarding oneself with a £150,000 a year pay rise to top Molango’s existing £650,000 a year, link to article April 28th 2021 ‘Class Acts Never Write Off a Winner’ and ‘The PFA’ inserted Molango.
To raise Molango’s sin placard further has had a second calling and joined the Italian club Sampdoria as a board member, a farcical big top at the PFA jet setting Italian style all expenses paid, Manero will expose the shisters in arms. The Molango has been endeavouring to keep the lid on the dual roles to be opaque, the cling film has been lifted with a further joining to the player’s union of the FIFPRO linked to FIFA onboard the global player’s union, no surprise there then Cilla. The Molango travel show has been ratified at the PFA board level headed by Molango, the board of rats. The previous incumbent Gordon Taylor sliced two million pounds a year of the PFA, cake on wages link to article April 27th 2020 ‘Taylor Made for Oneself’. As with most unions, they have a shady side and to err on the side of the PFA. Being a corrupt organisation would be an observation made by many, it’s time to clean up the house, the PFA.
The Debate
In footballing circles it’s widely regarded that heading a football is the road to dementia, but can that be said with sure fire certainty as opposed to the local granny whose spent a lifetime heading tea bags on developing dementia. On October 27th 2021, the archived Manero the ‘Identity Syndrome’ alongside ‘A Sporting and Life Risk’ in the world of boxing the great Muhammed Ali was warned of the dangers as the final blows came raining down with Larry Holmes crushing Ali. Dementia broadly speaking is not mentioned inside the boxing ropes, caseloads of certainty and not with the need to err on the side of caution in football’s dementia debate.
The Premiership’s Zebedee
The Premier League are jumping on their magic roundabout with the Prem’s CEO Richard Masters role playing into Zebedee the mischievous wizard in their lens sanction to sanction their own points deduction sanction to sanction out to be replaced by the termed luxury tax, to be the new Milky Bar on the block, to wiggle out of a flawed concept, financial penalties to replace the points penalties, red herrings on offer?
Masters has been issuing statements stating that the Premiership empire might crumble with government intervention on regulation, as for the Everton empire masters, you don’t give a shit daggering in at the Everton jugular, smell the Masters’ desperation in one’s quest to remain on one’s gravy train. Masters previously denied that the Premiership had tried to kick out the horizoned government regulator, no surprise there then Cilla, the Masters personal empire is about to crumble. King Charles has signed off on the deal, time to bow you have been head hunted, God save the King three cheers and all that and the Premiership.
In Comment – Manero
The points reduction red flags are not going away anytime soon, to suggest the bandied about termed ‘luxury tax to settle down the natives the clubs, the supporters would smell the sweetness to all that’s luxury, a financial hit as opposed to the points hit, but that will not transpire – not in the immediate future. The 2025-26 season is earmarked for the Premier and the Football League to fall into line with the UEFA link to article April 4th 2024 Everton’s Window of Clarity the UEFA puzzle but will they? To remove the points reduction (PSR) is to crush the iron gloved, that’s the magic roundabout mystery, around and around, the PSR is mooted to fall off, but will it? It’s the talk of the talk, that’s all it is, at the tunnel’s light the Premiership outshone on the fourteen votes required on the get go to points reduction, you cannot visit the cheese counter, smile please without expecting to suck on the sweet end if all goes sour, the termed caught in the mouse trap. The Premiership have imposed the PSR, the clubs did not expect the harshness and foolhardy they have been to flagrantly open to thread bareness, they have been stripped, it’s an open spray gun of points amiss, scattered. Leicester City will be deducted on a hefty minus points reduction on promotion to the Premiership, failure to land in the Prem will see the FL oblige Chelsea are the sitting ducks in the Prem are jumping through any loop holes in the regulation with the selling of the club’s hotels, the gruesome threesome Boehly, Barley and Goldstien dodging the bullets down the pipe to avoid any sanctions, sitting on the bigger horizon are the Blue Mooners, Manchester City, to dump on one’s doorstep, a step away from loss of Premiership status and trophies to be asterisk next over the horizon is Leeds United if Prem status is restored, that’s the darkness that Masters has created the monster of the Bingo calls, take any number, you’ve been sanctioned.
The FA Cup
The wizardry of Zebedee worked its dark arts with the spineless Football Association selling the FA Cup’s soul rights to the Prem’s CEO Masters with the scrapping of all FA Cup replays from next season. The FA Cup final has been diluted to be played a week before the season’s end. The deal was held in secret quarters with no consultation and denying lower league clubs of extra revenues. The accommodation of the increased Champion’s League format has formulated with the UEFA proposals to sideline the English Cup competitions with the League Cup previously under threat from closure. The FA and Masters have no moral grounding, they operate under the self, self umbrella to be in cahoots with UEFA, corrupt and dysfunctional football governance is football’s active devil. The EFL are seeking compensation, thirty three million pounds is a figure being branded around, Masters has reneged on deals before, it would have been of interest to hear Prince William the president of the Football association thoughts on the pyramid betrayal, silence, perhaps it’s for the King to save the Cup, don’t rhyme, perhaps that’s the reason?
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