The prospect of fresh investment being pumped into your club fills every fan with excitment, but Frank Plowright knows that this new money comes at a cost
It is the wish of every supporter to see more money funnelled into their team, more so in Scotland where clubs in declining industrial communities struggle for support as each week hundreds from their area head for Ibrox or Parkhead.
Manchester Utd may be the biggest club in the world and have the most fans, but recent talk of takeovers and turnover is causing some to forget the team's humble beginnings. Andrew Ward explains
When news came through of Rupert Murdoch’s proposed takeover of Manchester United, who did the Sun seek out for a reaction first? Bobby Charlton maybe, or fellow Sixties legends George Best and Denis Law? How about Sir Matt Busby’s son, Sandy, or former manager and Busby Babe Wilf McGuinness? No, none of these would do, the opinion which most mattered was that of Zoe Ball.
With clubs getting desperate for overnight success, the concept of time is becoming an elusive commodity for managers
Two managers have been booted out of Premiership clubs after three games of the season, and although no one is crying in the streets at the departure of Kenny Dalglish or Christian Gross, the circumstances of their dismissal speak volumes for the feverish state of the game.
Dear WSC
There wasn’t room on the questionnaire (WSC No 138) to record my favourite World Cup moment. Given the paucity of the “entertainment”, the presence of the Paraguayan defender, Arce, was a blessing. Credit must be given to Barry Davies, who never slipped up with his pronunciation, as the rest of us surely would have. Thus, Arce was constantly announced as “Ah-Say!” in the grand manner of the blustering cartoon rooster, Foghorn Leghorn, and never once degenerated into “Aaaarse” like the yokel in The Fast Show sketches.
Martin Callaghan, Wakefield
Archie MacGregor salutes a long overdue win for St Johnstone
Twenty-six and three-quarters years of hurt. Doesn’t exactly roll poetically off the tongue, does it? But then again, we St Johnstone supporters don’t sing much anyway in the sanitized confines of McDiarmid Park, where the noise levels often barely exceed those of the nearby crematorium. Besides, to have finally beaten our jinx team – Glasgow Rangers, no less – after all this time left many of us in a state of shock just a couple of stops short of stunned silence.