Kenwright Rules

There seems to be rumblings on-line at the moment around Everton, there is an organised social media campaign, aimed at lobbying local and national journalists. 'The Peoples Group' would like them to start asking the awkward questions which need answering around the ownership of Everton Football Club. They would like Kenwright, Woods, Earl or even Elstone to answer a truckload of questions they have around the mismanagement of the club.

I dont get it.

What I do get is a tangible sense of discord between fans of the same team. There seems to have been a line drawn somewhere (probably on the internet), where you either want Bills head on a shitty stick, yesterday, or actually, you think he's ok really, and he's doing just about the best job he can given the cards we've been dealt. Or guess what, maybe somewhere a bit grey and in between the two, it's possible readers!


We're not here now due to gross mismanagement of the club. We're here now through a mixture of bad timing, naivety and whisper it quietly frugal fiscal management in tough times. The club is arguably holding its own in one of the most gargantuan, bloated, monified sports leagues in the world. For example, some premier league clubs(i.e. United, Arsenal, Liverpool, Chelsea) are now snapping at the headteachers heels, pissing their shorts and crying because City have arranged a sponsorship mega-deal with Etihad (owned by their Sheik and that) to by pass UEFA's  Financial Fair Play rules. Did anybody honestly think multi billionaires wouldn't find a murky little loophole somewhere to force their gold plated phalices through? No, me neither, and good luck to them for rubbing the others spoilt little greedy faces in it.

Bill Kenwright certainly has his faults, by christ dont we all. But how many reasoned, well meaning Everton supporters would have the gall to stand in front of him and question his efforts for trying his utmost to take this club forward, or possibly even just captain it through choppy times? Not many. Do people still believe the guy has an agenda to ''keep hold of his train set''. I mean honestly, show me one supposed billionaire who has shown a genuine interest in financing the supremely hard working and gifted David Moyes and his wanton lust for a few more Bilyetdinovs.

The reaction this summer to another eerily quiet close season on the transfer front(which every last one of surely knew was coming), just smacks of an impatient new age football fan being unhappy he or she hasnt got a new signing to go and joust with Bill from accounts about whilst perusing the fantasy football player values together. Its got genuinely fuck all to do with Nil Satis Nisi Optimum or The Peoples Club either, two of the biggest and most pathetic sticks, nay caber's, ever wielded and smuggishly swung about the place to beat the club and its regime with. Just fuck off.

I'm not happy we seem to be stuck where we are. I'm not happy with the inertia mid table stability brings to your footballing supporting soul. I'm not happy with football teams concentrating building their brands and fan-bases in Asia. It stinks. But these are the times we live in. We've missed the boat man. United and in particular Liverpool with their millions of well maketeered fans, gleefully clinging on to every self aggrandising piece of branding that comes out of their oily PR offices just isn't for me. Neither is signing Jordan Henderson for 20 million sheets as it happens.


Were just not that attractive to potential investors anymore, the ones with the know how who could make a clear and positive difference anyway. Is it our house, our noisy neighbours, our mortgage rates being sky high? I think we know its probably those three and a few more. Were closer to the Carson Yeungs and The Venki Chickenheads taking over than we are to Arab Royal families. But would you happily swap Blackburn or Birminghams ethos on how to move forward for ours? I know i wouldn't.

I don't think there is a road laden with gold ahead unfortunately. There just may be the odd silver cobblestone jutting out along the way though. Let's put the megaphones and smartphones down eh, zigzag down it together, bladdered, arm in arm, tripping over it and doing it the way it should be done. The only way we've ever known.


Up those glorious Toffemen! 2011-2012 awaits.