shorehamview
Pink Sambuca drinking World Champion.
It's been suggested that Naughton can't be much of a Blade if he wants to leave the club.
But let's look at this from a different point of view.
How many of us forum members are on a massive wage? I know I'm not. Is there anybody here on really big money, Premiership footballer's money, like thirty grand a week? No, thought not.
So let's imagine that fans could be bought and sold like players. Would you cheer Wendy on for a free ticket, and a pie at half time? No.
Would you do it for fifty quid a week? A hundred? A grand? Five grand? Thirty grand? Gotcha.
You can't seriously tell me you wouldn't cheerfully sit there and clap the pigs for thirty grand a week. After all, you could still go to the Lane when Wendy were away, and tell everybody you only went for the money.
And that's how a footballer thinks. Like, say, Michael Owen, brought up an Everton fan but played for Liverpool. Did the cash help him make up his mind?
So why the surprise when a footballer moves to another club? They either do it for the chance to win things and the kudos of being a trophy winning player, part of a successful team, or they do it for the big money knowing their career could be over the next time they get tackled. And I bet most of them do it for the cash. Who amongst us wouldn't have played for anybody offering a ridiculous amount of money, with the chance of a pop-star wife, flash car and loads of expensive shite in our posh mock-Tudor house, retired before 40 and a part-time job as a crap pundit?
But let's look at this from a different point of view.
How many of us forum members are on a massive wage? I know I'm not. Is there anybody here on really big money, Premiership footballer's money, like thirty grand a week? No, thought not.
So let's imagine that fans could be bought and sold like players. Would you cheer Wendy on for a free ticket, and a pie at half time? No.
Would you do it for fifty quid a week? A hundred? A grand? Five grand? Thirty grand? Gotcha.
You can't seriously tell me you wouldn't cheerfully sit there and clap the pigs for thirty grand a week. After all, you could still go to the Lane when Wendy were away, and tell everybody you only went for the money.
And that's how a footballer thinks. Like, say, Michael Owen, brought up an Everton fan but played for Liverpool. Did the cash help him make up his mind?
So why the surprise when a footballer moves to another club? They either do it for the chance to win things and the kudos of being a trophy winning player, part of a successful team, or they do it for the big money knowing their career could be over the next time they get tackled. And I bet most of them do it for the cash. Who amongst us wouldn't have played for anybody offering a ridiculous amount of money, with the chance of a pop-star wife, flash car and loads of expensive shite in our posh mock-Tudor house, retired before 40 and a part-time job as a crap pundit?