You have to feel for Peter Storrie.
His second face was ecstatic as Pompey sunk to their latest defeat at the Emirates last Saturday. For, despite the defeat, our sneaky CEO had only gone and done the dirty on the man who was sitting next to him, US college kid lookalike, Sulaiman al-Fahim.
By going behind the back of Fahim to reach agreement with Alexandre Gaydamak, the son of the owner of Portsmouth FC, Storrie had that poker smirk on his face as he studiously avoided eye contact with Fahim.
This was a strategic error but one that was easy to have made as the Premier League and the entire mainstream media persisted with the fallacy that Alexandre was in control at Pompey, when numerous disclosures, comments, newspaper articles and interviews in Israel revealed Alexandre's father, Arkady, to be the Real owner of the club.
This is a nailed-on Reality, for chrissake!
Now we understand that Richard Scudamore, up there in his private eyrie, wished to suppress the fact that one of his brands was owned by a fly-by-night with a French arrest warrant on his head for illegal arms trafficking, but why the non-Murdochratic press should follow blindly is indicative of something rather more unpleasant.
By closing the coup with a party whose closer was away from the table, so to speak, Storrie was shaking hands with a mirage.
When he phoned Alexandre to cement the deal, he was told that there would be a delay and that he would be contacted four hours later.
But four hours later, Alexandre had sold the club to al-Fahim and whichever Ponzi scheme he had decided to attach to his good fake-doctored self as an allegedly stable business entity.
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Of interest to ScudamoreWorld might be the fact that al-Fahim did not buyout Portsmouth with his own money as he virtually hasn't got any. Premier League rules state that any brand ownership greater than 10% must be disclosed, so we look forward to a listing of the secretive individuals behind this deal.
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The initial response of Storrie was silence, although cats were heard to scream.
A through-gritted-teeth acceptance of the hyperreality was soon blathered.
Then it dawned on our cuddly CEO - not only had he lost in his bid for control, with all the revenue streams which such a position entails, but also his £1.4 million per year salary that he draws from the heavily indebted club.
In a rare sentence of sense from the Telegraph: "Having tried to outflank Fahim by finding an alternative buyer, he now faces the uncomfortable prospect of working for him."
Not that fucking uncomfortable on twenty seven grand per week, though.
Storrie himself rose out of the gutter to utter: "I don't want to quit [!!]. To be quite frank, I have put seven years' hard work into this club."
Ah yes...
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Storrie, whether directly involved in such shenanigans or not, presided over a club that was, in effect, a poker outfit - Pokermouth.
Now, with no players as all the decent ones have been tapped up by Redknapp, a relegation seems all but certain this season.
And look at the players that the club have been linked with or who they are allegedly purchasing - two average entities from Watford (now part of the extended Redknapp/Lampardochracy) and two slightly better individuals from Tottenham, now managed, of course, by the man who financially ruined Portsmouth, Harry Redknapp.
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And when we glance at the broadsheets for any exposure of this criminality, we get yet another column by or on David James in the Guardian, ghost-written by an agent of change.
Having lost his England place for the recent Dutch friendly as it appears that Fabio Capello has finally realised that James is as problematical as Owen, the ghost-writer suggested that James was back to full fitness and form and would be ready to take his rightful place between the posts for the Croatia match.
Anyway he wasn't dropped, claims the agent, he was injured, which explains his ever-presence in the Premier League this season.
But how many pointless penalties will Salvador have given away in the meantime and how many times will he be picking the ball out of the net?
Obviously, it should be mentioned that Storrie and Redknapp are two of the three defendants still sweating over the City of London inquiry into bungs in football.
One of this weeks transfers looks like it is taking the piss...
Pascal Chimbonda, signed by Harry Redknapp from Sunderland, via agent Willie McKay [the one who trains a racehorse called 'Harry Redknapp'], was sold, via McKay once again, to Blackburn Rovers, managed by Sam Allardyce who, remarkably, is off-the-hook despite the statements made by his motormouth offspring during the BBC Panorama programme at the root of the problem.
This is Chimbonda's fifth transfer in four seasons.
Wonder where he'll be in January?
And, finally...
Marcelo Lippi claims that in forty years in football, he has never met a homosexual and, furthermore, that there are no gay players.
Gosh, Really?
"This is not a question of culture but is more related to the fact that such a relation would create conflicts contrary to the interests of the dynamics of the group. Imagine how a homosexual couple in football would be perceived" - he homophobed.
As a loving couple, I would have thought, Mr Lippi.
Imagine.
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