
But not until we're ready...
There's no questioning that this country is home to one of the most exciting football leagues in the world and by that I mean the entire league, not just the Prem.
But long before Sky and the Premier League got into bed into with each other in an incestuous back scratching marriage, the old ordinal divisions were doing just fine.
Anybody who thinks that the hype that surrounds today's game wasn't equaled or surpassed in the past, must be very new to the game. Yes there's no doubting that Ronaldo is an amazing talent and that some Arabs are very rich and willing to share it, but beyond that I struggle to see the progress.
I believe it's reasonable to conclude that with or without Murdoch's billions we would still have witnessed the same stars, perhaps not all of them in Blighty, but I can think of worse things than players generally playing in their own countries rather than chasing a foreigner's money.
It says much of this World that players can come here and earn more in month than their entire extended families can in a life time. And let's not even think about season ticket holders funding de-motivated, disloyal players, purchased on the back of some crackpot loan him, buy him, release him comedic merry-go-round.
Of course it wasn't all Roses and Quality Street when I was a lad and human nature hasn't just got greedy. It's always been there, it's just that these days the numbers are so big, that morals, ethics and olde-worlde principals just don't seem to matter.
Whereas 20 or 30 years ago a player might see his earnings improve by £50k a year if he moved to a bigger club, these days the likes of Johnson, Lescott and Barry can change their entire life by switching allegiances and moving to a club purely on the basis of how much they get paid.
And who's to blame. Well we all are. Just like we are all to blame for those retards currently in power or for that matter the even bigger retards that will probably win the next election. We sit by and we bitch and we complain about life and Lockerbie and we do nothing about it. Yeah let's imprison a guy who planted a bomb killing a plane full of innocent souls and then release him to a hero's welcome. We sit by and comment as our world implodes around us and it's no different in football.
Talking of which, I had an off the record conversation yesterday with somebody at the Premier League, meaning I can't quote them directly and even if I could I'm not sure I'd want to. As you may recall we published an update from the Prem a couple of weeks ago. They told myPompey that P.F.C. hadn't yet submitted any Director's Declarations regarding Alf or anyone else and as of yesterday I am led to believe nothing had changed. Which if you want to put 2 and 2 together you'll conclude that a few days before the window closes nothing has been presented to the League for ratification.
Quite big news I am sure you will agree and I have buried it deliberately deeply in this article because I am tired of the headline seeking, sound bite driven football world that we live in. Sure I could have given this article a headline grabbing title and then seen the adrenalin junkies flock in... but to what end?
The real news which no doubt some of you already appreciate is that we, the fans are being taken for granted and I said as much to the Prem yesterday. Here we are on the wrong end of a season ticket bill and we get treated like very fat, yet ironically very underfed cash cows.
I've concluded that we are on the wrong end of a conspiracy which involves milking punters for every last drop of nature's finest - yet when it comes to recognising the unique role fans play in financing this wallet filling circus, everybody is strangely silent.
And what do we want? Respect and an acknowledgment that without fans this game is nothing and most of all we want to stop being treated like mugs.
Take the Premier League rule book and in particular Rule K8 which basically says tapping up is illegal unless it involves Harry Redknapp. So I enquired why Redknapp wasn't in the Premier League equivalent of the Scrubs and I was told it was because Pompey has never complained. Draw your own conclusions from that.
So, on the one hand you have club officials who actions sometimes can best be described as questionable and on the other you have managers and players that milk the game dry with their salaries and fees and bonuses. Ok, we'd do the same if it was offered, so there's no finger pointing from me but that's the point. My dog would explode if I let him eat what he wanted but of course I regulate him so he can't. So why then doesn't the League take a more proactive and regulatory role?
Simple, because it's not in the interests of the people that make the rules. But it is in the interest of the fans and the fans are citizens of this country and how long will it be before just 1 out of 600 odd MPs finally realises that this county's biggest pastime and one of its biggest industries is shafting the very people that make it viable.
Don't hold your breath though. Most government rule makers are just as self serving as those that run football and won't do anything unless their career is on the line. Same too no doubt for those that run our national game.
But it won't always be this way. Sky can't continue to raise prices and feed ever more into the beaks of the Premier League chicks. And clubs can't continue to raise the cost of watching the game whilst they keep us in the dark about the very fabric of the team we keep alive with our support and our cash.
Eventually this money supply that is fuelling this greed and consequential self serving will come to an end, or at the very least will be cut back to more acceptable levels and the game that we love will return to being about football and not about the egos that jealously guard its self serving governance.
Until then I guess, unless we have a taste for a Bastille style revolution, we need to shut up and be the obedient paying fans that is expected of us. Which reminds me, I need to rush. I notice that Fratton Park is advertising for a Crowd Manager, which in case you didn't know, is the bloke who stands in front of a live studio audience telling them when to clap and cheer and ...
groan.