There’s not much going on in the aftermath of drawing Napoli in the quarter-final. Some people continue to witter on about that mask; just get over yourselves. The bloke was having a bit of fun and we’ve frankly moved on from a handshake, accompanied by a swift pat on the back from the chaps.
Even the tumbleweed is bored, rattling around town with nothing to do but mourn the apparent loss of Monchi to Sevilla. According to the Spanish media and subsequent reports here, he’s returning to Sevilla leaving us either back at Square One or not troubled at all as we’re appointing Marc Overmars anyway. He’s bringing Matthijs de
It’s a trifling issue, to be honest. We are purely focused on reaching the Champions League, by one means or another. The top four is the likeliest route provided we keep our heads. Our away form isn’t fantastic and while they are emminently winnable games, timing is everything.
Some might argue the Premier League could help. Playing Watford on the Monday between the two legs of the Napoli tie has been deemed “unhelpful” by some in the media. When did that become an issue? For five decades, clubs managed two games a week and never suffered unduly. Of course, postponing games gives plenty of rest but then causes a fixture pile-up at the end of the season. Bravo, you’ve solved a small problem by causing a bigger one. We still don’t know when we’re playing Wolves yet.
No disrespect but why are people worrying about the semi-final? We haven’t reached and face tough opponents in the last eight. Let’s crack on with that and enjoy a decent football match or two; don’t worry, just be.
Funny Money ‘Cept No-one’s Laughing
Finishing in the top four lands us in the Champions League. It’s a competition which is utterly contemptuous. There’s no sporting grounds; the competition is loaded in the elite clubs favour. Seedings and placings corrupt the sporting ethos. Money men don’t like the underdog. The little clubs succeeding signal an elite marketing tool failing which is not good for sponsorship deals.
Therein is the point of the Champions League and its’ nefarious design: money. Can’t help but not want to be in it because we need the money. We’ll always need the money; we’re too honest. Others aren’t.
“You’re too cynical, too scathing on the competition”, I hear you say. “A dinosaur who wants to go back to the ways things were.”
Well, you carry on worshipping at the Champions League altar and you’ll get exactly what you deserve. This year, one of the favourites is Manchester City. They have a tough route to the final in Madrid with no certainty of making it.
They are, however, under investigation for FFP breaches. Most think they are guilty as well. Not only that, UEFA are investigating whether the Premier League champions deliberately lied to them in emails during a previous investigation.
This is the point we have reached. UEFA’s premier competition invites clubs to cheat to win. Make no mistake, others will look at City’s punishment before deciding whether it is worth the risk. Here’s a hint: it will be
Don’t even get me started in FIFA’s stoopid Club World Cup revamp. It’s only adds an extra five games over a four-year period, they claimed. That’s an extra five games in one season, just for clarity.
Weathering the Storm
Chelsea can catch us on points with a win today and nobody would raise an eyebrow if Everton conceded the six Chelsea need to climb to fourth. It’s a result which ought to focus our minds wonderfully as the squad suns themselves in Dubai.
It’s in our hands until someone changes that.