Written by Curryman on Wednesday, 27th May 2015 08:42
A number of good Blackpool fans have been, and still are, embroiled in ugly legal threats devised by dream stealers who, it would appear, have little better to do than to seek apologies and compensation from the erstwhile individuals who have had the temerity to upset them, instead of concentrating on the job in hand, that of running a successful football team, have a happy and growing fan base and be held in high esteem.
The case where a pensioner was asked for £20k has been well publicised and whatever the rights and wrongs involved in that case, the detrimental worldwide publicity it brought the club and the owners was tantamount to standing on stage in the Albert Hall during the Last night of the Proms and shouting ‘I’m a fool but don’t care’. It is said that all publicity whether it be good or bad is positive. In these instances, that is not the case, it was and is damaging.
The sad thing is the dream stealers are not what I would call stupid men. They have run successful businesses in their time, at least the older one has, but have allowed themselves, because of selfishness and avarice, to seek any way to make that extra quid whatever the consequences to the individuals who have been their bread and butter customers for years before the opportunity came along to make an even faster buck. Unfortunately, one of their greatest ploys seems to be that if anyone dare criticise them in a way in which they disagree, they will seek to hound that person until such time as another few thousand pounds are extracted from them. They also steal or destroy the dreams of their club’s fans in the process. How puerile!
Let me say here that when I say their club, I should say their business, because a club is the supporters, whoever be the custodian may be at the time.
They are masters of the dark art of aggravating matters and alienating even the most even tempered and laid back individuals, as was seen when the statue of one of our finest heroes, Stanley Mortenson was removed allegedly to protect it from damage during a demonstration against their tenure at the club. Instead of a fairly subdued and small demonstration, they encouraged people who have never marched before to join the demonstration. This was by far the largest gathering of discontent I can remember in 61 years of mixed fortunes and shows the lack of understanding they have of the ‘mob’ who revere both the statues, the history and the people they represent.
Some say the game was abandoned due to disaffected people running and staying on the pitch, but on examination, the fire alarm sounded, and the safest place is the pitch. The Bradford City Fire proved that theory. I’m guessing, but the club should have a number of fire risk assessments, one for the ground, one for the hotel, one for the offices and also have sight of the assessments for the businesses tenanting the property, who should each have their own. This should be part of their tenancy terms and conditions. In the assessment for the ground it should have procedures for dealing with a fire alarm during a match or when the ground is out of use. Those same procedures should state what to do if the alarm is false and what to do if there is an actual emergency. It is normal for the speaker system to be used to inform spectators what to do and when an all clear is given. No such information appears to have been given during the course of the occupation of the pitch and therefore it would be reasonable to assume, if you were on the pitch, that the all clear had not been given. They did, however, appear to smirk at the situation and retire to the safety of their board room. But I am straying away from the main subject of this blog.
Why do I call these men dream stealers? Because all football fans have dreams, the dream that one day their beloved team will be pushing for a promotion spot within the division in which they play; that with a bit of luck and some investment at the right time they will see their team in a higher division and so on. These sentiments are no longer evident at Bloomfield Road, the dice has been cast and a number 1 not a number 6 has been rolled. Was the dice loaded? It seems that way as the club has plunged from the dizzy heights of playing the giants of football, The Manchester Uniteds and the Chelseas down to the Gillinghams and Burys of the league. Whilst I mean no disrespect to Gillingham and Bury, the gap between them and the giants is quite obvious. That said, with the situation, at the time of writing, as bad if not worse than last season’s appalling build up and start to the worst campaign in our history at Nottingham Forest the questions have to be asked:
Who will be our manager?
Will he be able to tempt players to a tarnished club?
Will we have a team to start the season?
If we do have enough players, will they be good enough for the division?
Where will we pick up our first points?
Will we win away from home?
Will we challenge for promotion, stay in the division or go straight through to the next level below?
I know my feelings and they aren’t positive, as past experience has taught me, and I’m sure others, not to expect anything from the dream stealers who I referred to in the opening line.
The number of charges being racked up by the football authorities against the club and the owners must be some sort of record for any member of the football league since its inception and it appears that to try and alleviate some of the pressure a new cunning plan, (sorry Baldrick) has been conjured up. A Fan’s parliament. Whoopee do. It seems though that they can’t even get this right. The terms and conditions of access to the parliament smack more of those favoured by Kim Jong Un than a democratic society. No doubt anyone thick skinned enough to sit in the Parliament and open their mouth in protest will be swiftly removed and those nodding donkeys who are left will be expected to back anything said by 118%.
Why 118%? Surely impossible isn’t it? Well actually no it isn’t I offer the following explanation which I found some time ago.
Here's a little mathematical formula that might help you answer this question:
A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z
Is represented as:
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26,
AND, look how far ass kissing will take you.
1+19+19+11+9+19+19+9+14+7 = 118%
So, one can conclude with mathematical certainty, that while Hard work and Knowledge will get you close, and Attitude will get you there, it’s the Bullshit and Ass Kissing that will put you over the top.
Now you know why some people are where they are!
With the present provisos for membership of the Parliament now being thoroughly discussed, it would seem that unless you can prove you can give 118%, you will not be chosen to sit at the table.
Perhaps, however, I’m totally wrong. My dream now is that they decide to call it a day, due to the hassle and the drying up of any financial incentive to run the club and make a few dollars more, and head off into the hills and valleys of the Trough. The sooner the better in my book. They have done their best, they have done their worst, hopefully, so it is certainly now time to allow the supporters to have their dreams back, otherwise this will all end in tears and there will be no winners.
Dream on poor boy, dream on.
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