Day: August 26, 2009

Sol Campbell & Notts County – A Match Made In Mammon

The rumours had been circulating for a couple of days, but few people had been brave enough to give it much credibility. But then it happened. Sol Campbell joins Notts County, on a five year contract with a £40,000 weekly wage. Thirty-four year old Sol Campbell. The tipping point. Perhaps the world has finally gone mad. Predictably, there has been much squawking on the subject of how exciting this is for Notts, but the truth of the matter is that their supporters should, if anything, be scared by this decision, because if this signing is a signal if intent (as some have claimed), then the intention of Munto Finance is to either throw tens – if not hundreds – of millions of pounds into a bottomless pit or to create a financial environment in which Notts County never have a realistic chance of being solvent ever again. Let us start by taking a look at the figures. £40,000 per week is something like one and a third times the average weekly wage budget of an average League Two club. It is approximately forty times the average wage of a League Two player. It is not the only massive wage that Notts County are currently paying. For all the fine talk of the extent to which Ian McParland has been trying to sign proven lower league players, the club is...

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Match Of The Midweek: West Ham United 3-1 Millwall

The League Cup Second Round is probably the least inspiring week of the early part of the new season. In front of swathes of empty tip-up seats, youth and reserve team players half-heartedly play out matches that no-one really wants to be involved in. On the pitch tonight, West Ham United won this match. After falling behind to a first half goal, West Ham took until three minutes from what should have been the end of normal time before finding an equaliser before winning the match with two goals in extra time. A less than inspiring night’s work, then, for West Ham, but they are at least through to the next round. Millwall, on the other hand, can head off to their corner of east London with a shred of pride still intact, having they managed to push a Premier League club to within an inch of its League Cup life. That’s not what you’re here for, though, is it? You’re here to either to see me bang on in the manner of a retired army general, waffling through my walrus moustache about bringing back National Service and the birch like Stanley Rous on valium, or to see me getting furiously over-excited about a few hundred Danny-Dyer-a-likes throwing wanker signs at each other and charging at each other, lobbing coins around. There are rumours circulating that this has been...

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