This international break would be much easier to write about if coconuts was a Liverpool blog. So I’ve decided that it is. Sorry yids –they’ve got more fans and I want the traffic.
Well perhaps not, quality not quantity. You guys are the best. But what a saga this boardroom battle is proving to be! More ups and downs than the Chilean mine rescue. More excitement than they’ve seen on the pitch at Anfield this season. More lawyers than the west stand upper. And this game of texas injunct’em ain’t over yet.
My first instinct is to find it all vaguely amusing. Liverpool supporters kind of get on my nerves . I know that’s a gross generalisation. Having lived in Yorkshire and London and travelled extensively in South East Asia I’ve met lots of nice ones. Every big club has their own mythology, Hod knows we do. There’s just something about theirs that I find slightly mawkish, over sentimentalised, knowingly too Scouse. “Liverpool is a family. A feeling. An emotion. Unique. Uniquely unique. You don’t understand how special this club is. Spirit of Shankly. A proud history. Blah Blah Blah”. I don’t think Man Utd fans are quite like this. Perhaps Barcelona fans are and I just don’t know it. Celtic fans are but I sort of agree with them.
Check out the link for the kind of humourless tripe that fuels this burgeoning prejudice. I originally thought it was a spoof by Everton fans. With Ricky bloody Tomlinson. Special mention to Ian McCulloch from Echo and the Bunnymen for his contribution at 2:10 and to his mate for not quite cracking up. Julian Cope was always funnier and cooler.
I’m not even particularly anti-Liverpool, honestly. If they are playing in the Champions League (they used to, you know) I cheer them on. In my head I prefer them to Man Utd without questioning why this should be when I find them so dull. I used to actively quite like them but somehow in the modern game I’ve lost any real feeling for them. Ultimately though – great people, great city, great team. No arguments.
So part of me finds it funny. Also the part of me that cannot quite believe a team with Gerrard and Torres isn’t a threat to us wants them to be deducted 9 points.
But a much bigger part of me thinks of this boardroom mutiny as just another example of modern English football eating itself, and can’t see anything to laugh about. There’s an all pervasive greed that manifests itself in so many ways and we all know it. It’s greed that motivates Spurs to fly some random part timers to the San Siro for £300 whilst loyal Spurs season ticket holders miss out. Loyal as defined by Spurs’ own ‘loyalty points’ scheme. It’s greed that makes me worry we might actually move to Stratford. It’s greed that creates a system that stops anyone outside the four richest teams from dreaming about winning the title unless they suddenly become one of those teams.
It’s boring having to talk about it. I talk about it all the time. How can you not if you are a thinking football fan? It’s nice being in the promised land this year. But let the record show that even whilst riding the Champions League wave, I still brooded over the unfairness of the 21st century game. ‘Koyaanisqatsi’, the Hopi people of Arizona called it. Meaning literally “an imbalanced way of running football”.
What depresses me about the current situation is that most Liverpool fans will be delighted if and when the new owner is confirmed. They will read about what a successful businessman and sports enthusiast he is. He’ll keep tweeting and they’ll think ‘this guy cares about the real fans’. They will be proved right, or proved wrong, but it’s pot luck. Fingers crossed. At what point do fans insist on real rather than regime change, and hoping that their boardroom lottery numbers come up? Working men of all clubs, unite!
Rousing words, comrades. And obviously totally hypocritical ones too from a man who: pays £700 a year to buy into this nonsense; is thinking of getting a spurs top for himself and one for his godson; secretly wants a stadium tour, and who adds to all the white noise with this blog! The greed carries on devouring all in it’s path because we’re too blinded by the premiership product to do anything about it. Levy’s alright. Our numbers kind of came up so let’s just hope our luck continues. I care too much about football for my own good, but I don’t care enough to do anything about it. Like you, probably.
Bloody hell. Lighten up Oog. Come on boys, hurry up and lose to Fulham so I’ve got something else to moan about.