He who sups with the devil should have a long spoon. The trouble is, the THST used a really, really short spoon.
What is fascinating is that Mr Cloake has confessed all.
The Trust was well and truly played not just in respect of the ST pricing.
The reason that truly stings is because the only occasions this band of pompous losers didn’t look like eunuchs in a harem was in when they were bartering for ticket related concessions.
Do not mistake this for an acknowledgement of the Trust ever having done good or ever having been worthwhile. Whatever bones Levy & Co ever threw them were bones that had no intrinsic value to THFC.
Mr Cloake tells us that the season ticket pricing “…has revealed the limitations of supporter input at the top levels of the game.”
No, sweet cheeks. You see, a revelation is that something that was hitherto unknown, or unconfirmed. In the modern parlance, breaking news.
The THST has been lifting ten pound notes off well meaning and utterly misguided civilians to no good purpose for years now.
Mr Cloake closes seeking to point a finger at how the Trust had been castrated, not by the Trust’s own endless bewildering ineptitude, but by far greater sinister forces, “The need for legislation to give fans a voice in their clubs has never been more evident.”
That, is a revelation, see? Because you never mentioned that once before. What you did mention endlessly was that your were a force for good and you were achieving lots.
Disband and give someone else a go. Someone who doesn’t charge. Someone competent. The jig is up, son.