A very well written article, but WOW what a bunch of hero's!! All our collective thanks to everyone involved in getting that SCUM out of our club (and that includes Farnell). To put your jobs on the line to save our club is extraordinary. Now we have TS and the fact he has authorised this story to be told is excellent. After all the many wrong'uns we've had in charge over the last few years, TS is a complete breath of fresh air!! Thank god he arrived when he did!!!
What an article. The notion that Southall felt so up himself he could have a meeting whilst having a haircut (a haircut! Goodness knows what kind of a psychological indicator that is) like a Mafia Don or a dreamed up scene from Killing Eve, that notion tells me what an utter low life he is. And the physical descriptions of our guys whilst calling the police! Jeez! Wanna know your physical description according to the rest of us Matt? You resemble dogs diarrhoea but not quite as attractive or fragrant. Southall, you’ll get yours one day. Of that there is little doubt.
Never in the field (pitch) of human conflict was so much owed by so many to so few.
( Apologies to Sir Winston & those to whom those words applied )
Tears are streaming down my wrinkly old face as I read out loud this fantastic report from Benjy to Mr F.
His every word paints an explicit picture of that crucial evening in the history of our beloved club and the powder keg of emotion that existed within the Boardroom over that period.
I'd love to comment further on various incidents, especially the insults that, almost comically, spewed from the mouth of, well, Mouthall ......how he totally lost it that night as his head was receiving its final spray of Mr Sheen !
But I am conscious of needing to bring this article to the attention of friends who don't use this amazing site, after which I'll reread it myself with less emotion but increased awe for those on the side of the "angels" that night.
However, it would be totally remiss of me to sign off without sending heartfelt thanks ( such inadequate words in this instance) to those who stepped up to the plate just a year ago today.
But for their actions, the bulldozers, NOT the lads proudly wearing the shirt, might have adorned the Valley pitch at 3pm tomorrow.
Those staff are all heroes, but it begs the question... Who is the biggest of club legends in the Leaburn family...? Carlo or Tracey... And will their son go on to eclipse both of them?
What a great piece to read and so in depth, must have been a very worrying time for everyone, with almost no-one to listen to concerns being raised regarding all the "goings on" at the club Nothing more to be added to all the posts here, we all owe a great deal of gratitude and thanks to all involved in getting that arsehole out of our club, putting jobs and livelyhood on the line, THANK YOU
What an article. The notion that Southall felt so up himself he could have a meeting whilst having a haircut (a haircut! Goodness knows what kind of a psychological indicator that is) like a Mafia Don or a dreamed up scene from Killing Eve, that notion tells me what an utter low life he is. And the physical descriptions of our guys whilst calling the police! Jeez! Wanna know your physical description according to the rest of us Matt? You resemble dogs diarrhoea but not quite as attractive or fragrant. Southall, you’ll get yours one day. Of that there is little doubt.
The haircut thing reminded me of a documentary in the eighties featuring Boy George and EMI America executive Daniel Glass, where Glass sits having his dinner at his desk during the meeting (not a cheese sarnie - full on silver service). Bob Mills did a briliant piss take of it on "In Bed With Medinner". Exactly the same kind of condescending arrogance.
What a night of drama and shenanigans that was and really hope that a book is written to really flesh out the whole Southall/Nimer/ESI era as there’s probably so much more to learn.
’Manhandle him down the stair’ is the quaintest way to put ‘just push the c***’.
Tracey bursting into the boardroom like Peggy Mitchell on steroids - ‘Get out of our club’.
I only wish that when Southall was on the phone besmirching people to the police there was a quote of him saying ‘....and fuck knows who this bloke in a cardigan is’.
What a night of drama and shenanigans that was and really hope that a book is written to really flesh out the whole Southall/Nimer/ESI era as there’s probably so much more to learn.
’Manhandle him down the stair’ is the quaintest way to put ‘just push the c***’.
Tracey bursting into the boardroom like Peggy Mitchell on steroids - ‘Get out of our club’.
I only wish that when Southall was on the phone besmirching people to the police there was a quote of him saying ‘....and fuck knows who this bloke in a cardigan is’.
We often come up with songs for our players - can someone much more creative than me come up with a song for our off-field heroes? Their dedication far surpasses the majority of our players and deserves remembering.
.the boardroom four the boardroom four Hear the crowd they roar for you now roar us onward evermore forward forward ascend once more
To the tune of King Crimson 21st century schizoid man, but perhaps with a flattened fourth in the third line so it ramps up for the last part which resolves on the Gm/dim7th (nice)
A bit basic I know but best to keep these things simple
Great article and what a story these hero’s have to tell. Tracey Leaburn, unreal, the pressure she must have been under. Carl my favourite centre forward, Tracey, my favourite Player Liaison Officer. What a pair!!
Players managers and
owners come and go over the years but these long serving hero’s were prepared to stand up and be counted
to save the future of our great club when it was threatened at risk to their
own futures.
I’m not sure how, but
their determination to rid the club of these fraudsters should be recognised in
some way.
What a read that is !!! Even more proof that the staff stepped up in our hour of need. Nothing we can do can ever payback what they did but when things open up again I honestly think the fans should club together and do something for them.
PS
This make Mouthall look an even bigger twat than I thought he was
Mirror in the boardroom Please talk free I'm getting my head polished for free Will you take to me a restaurant that's got glass tables I can watch myself while I am eating
Mirror in the boardroom I just can't stop it Every Saturday you see my Cheesy posing Find no interest In the fans and staff Just ten thousand reflections Of my own sweet self self self
Mirror in the boardroom Recompense For all my crimes Of theft by stealth Cures you whisper Make no sense My name is Matt I've mental illness
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We owe a debt of gratitude to those involved.
I only wish I'd been there.
The notion that Southall felt so up himself he could have a meeting whilst having a haircut (a haircut! Goodness knows what kind of a psychological indicator that is) like a Mafia Don or a dreamed up scene from Killing Eve, that notion tells me what an utter low life he is.
And the physical descriptions of our guys whilst calling the police! Jeez!
Wanna know your physical description according to the rest of us Matt?
You resemble dogs diarrhoea but not quite as attractive or fragrant.
Southall, you’ll get yours one day. Of that there is little doubt.
( Apologies to Sir Winston & those to whom those words applied )
Tears are streaming down my wrinkly old face as I read out loud this fantastic report from Benjy to Mr F.
His every word paints an explicit picture of that crucial evening in the history of our beloved club and the powder keg of emotion that existed within the Boardroom over that period.
I'd love to comment further on various incidents, especially the insults that, almost comically, spewed from the mouth of, well, Mouthall ......how he totally lost it that night as his head was receiving its final spray of Mr Sheen !
But I am conscious of needing to bring this article to the attention of friends who don't use this amazing site, after which I'll reread it myself with less emotion but increased awe for those on the side of the "angels" that night.
However, it would be totally remiss of me to sign off without sending heartfelt thanks ( such inadequate words in this instance) to those who stepped up to the plate just a year ago today.
But for their actions, the bulldozers, NOT the lads proudly wearing the shirt, might have adorned the Valley pitch at 3pm tomorrow.
Heroes One and All.
Nothing more to be added to all the posts here, we all owe a great deal of gratitude and thanks to all involved in getting that arsehole out of our club, putting jobs and livelyhood on the line, THANK YOU
They are Charlton, super Charlton.
What a night of drama and shenanigans that was and really hope that a book is written to really flesh out the whole Southall/Nimer/ESI era as there’s probably so much more to learn.
’Manhandle him down the stair’ is the quaintest way to put ‘just push the c***’.
Tracey bursting into the boardroom like Peggy Mitchell on steroids - ‘Get out of our club’.
I only wish that when Southall was on the phone besmirching people to the police there was a quote of him saying ‘....and fuck knows who this bloke in a cardigan is’.
Brilliant.
the boardroom four
Hear the crowd they roar for you
now roar us onward evermore
forward forward ascend once more
To the tune of King Crimson 21st century schizoid man, but perhaps with a flattened fourth in the third line so it ramps up for the last part which resolves on the Gm/dim7th (nice)
A bit basic I know but best to keep these things simple
Players managers and owners come and go over the years but these long serving hero’s were prepared to stand up and be counted to save the future of our great club when it was threatened at risk to their own futures.
I’m not sure how, but their determination to rid the club of these fraudsters should be recognised in some way.
Hero’ one and all.
PS
This make Mouthall look an even bigger twat than I thought he was
Mirror in the boardroom
Please talk free
I'm getting my head polished for free
Will you take to me a restaurant that's got glass tables
I can watch myself while I am eating
Mirror in the boardroom
I just can't stop it
Every Saturday you see my
Cheesy posing
Find no interest
In the fans and staff
Just ten thousand reflections
Of my own sweet self self self
Mirror in the boardroom
Recompense
For all my crimes
Of theft by stealth
Cures you whisper
Make no sense
My name is Matt
I've mental illness