How does that song go?
Money, get away/Get a good job with more pay and your O.K…New car, caviar, four star daydream,/Think I’ll buy me a football team
I think I’ll buy me a football team. It’s the dream isn’t it? If you can’t play, you pay. You pay the salaries of the players who can satisfy your failed dreams and watch your pawns on match day.
That’s what Vincent Tan has done. Taking control of Cardiff City, Tan is now exerting his influence; Tan is flexing his wallet muscles.
News broke today that Tan had sent a letter to Cardiff City manager, Malky Mackay, asking the Scot to resign or face being terminated. Tan is apparently unhappy with the state of Mackay’s tenure. You know, the first ever promotion to the Premier League; the first ever appearance in the League Cup Final; toppling those baby blue monsters, Manchester City; not to mention being a relative worrisome jaunt to the west coast of the British isle.
But, you see, disputes over budgets will bring the whole kingdom crashing down. Obviously, no one told the Cardiff boys to never discuss politics and money over tea. Tan is unhappy because of the amount of money spent, or so the public should be told. What better way to gain favor in these tough economic times? However, when your estimated net worth is in the $1.3 Billion range, huffing and fussing over $15 Million is like me arguing with my flatmates about switching the cushions on the sofa to claim the softer one: all in all we’re each pretty comfy.
What we’re really looking at is ego and the flippant way powerful humans insist they know best on all matter of sins. Let’s face it, the closer we are to the great luxury box in the sky, the bigger deal we feel, and there’s no one closer than the owners.
Mackay has done a fantastic job with the Welsh club. There is a different philosophy, mentality and class at the club since he’s taken over. So, why is Mackay being threatened by his boss?
There’s something rotten in the Welsh capital, and it smells like Dallas.
While Tan lacks the down home drawl of Jerry Jones, he has the make and cut to be the doppelganger for the Cowboys owner.
Since Tan joined the club, he has had no shortage of controversial moves. He changed the club’s home colors, and added a dragon to the crest. Certainly a magical move, but his wrestle for power continued when he fired the head of recruitment and he replaced him with a 23 year old work experience trainee, who happened to be the his son’s friend.
Odd steps in nepotism, but there you go.
Similarly, BBC 5 Live’s Pat Murphy reported that Tan has also tried to influence match tactics.
Why on earth would you Tan, seriously. How about Mackay takes your advice, provided that you take his for your next business venture? I mean, that’s a pretty good trade off. If nothing else, you’ll have a good chuckle at the cantina on Monday.
I don’t want to get into the morale fiber of Tan, but after doing a bit of snooping, one shouldn’t be surprised at these moves. His wealth is rumored to have been accumulated with the help of his old boys club in Malay politics. Friends where you need them, right? Your son’s buddy shopping the transfer window, heeding your advice because, let’s face it, he’s 23 and scared out of his head. Who else will he turn to? But, this Mackay business makes sense, seeing that he didn’t appoint his son to the recruitment role – he must be prepping for his managerial test.
Is this the nature of sports today?
I don’t know, but I can only imagine that crushing feeling when you see your pawns underperforming. Naturally, what’s the best way to teach them a lesson? Show them who’s in charge! Fire the lot of them. Get rid of the lousy bastards and find some talent that will actually listen to your sage advice.
Managers are the first to go, and how many have we seen shown the door in the past 12 months? A contract nowadays comes with complimentary unemployment papers. While it is at times poor decision making, squad implementation and the like responsible for the demise of a club, how often is it not? Yet, we see these men degraded in the media by their failure to do this, or that because it has become the norm. As supporters, we’ve latched on to this idea. Not enough wins, scram. Surely it’s the manager’s fault, because who else are we going to blame?
But, where do the players come in? The men with these salaries that make more in a week than I have ever made in my cumulative working life, why are they not held responsible for the poor play, when it is in fact them who are playing?
Because you can’t fire talent? I’ve heard that before. Also, you can’t fire a £10m a year salary either.
Like hell you can’t!
Perhaps this is the naiveté of being a poor person, but if I’m employing someone to do a job, and they do not do said job, then excuse me, here is the door. Maybe I have too much reason, or not enough, and while I can see this as duplicitous, forgive me for finding the players at greater fault than the schlub who has to wrangle these egos on a weekly basis.
But, apparently there is new ego to wrangle. The owners.
So, tread lightly ye valiant managerial candidate. You’re the first to go in the owner’s gambit.