Tan Out

Originally Posted 2013

There can be no greater face slapping for a foreign national pretending to be a football manager than having his name ridiculed in his own countries media.

The following is from the ‘Malaysian Insider’ – link to the story at the end (not any more).

At a time when our Prime Minister touts that the government is doing all it can to curb our spiralling deficit, it seems puzzling that they were more than eager to splurge RM15 million to aid Vincent Tan in his sponsorship for Cardiff City.
Furthermore, when queried over why our government was willing to waste RM15 million of taxpayers money on this, Tourism and Culture Minister Datuk Seri Nazri Aziz stated that the deal covering one season would help the ministry gain global publicity and public relations benefit and to attract high-end tourists from the United Kingdom and other Western European nations to Malaysia.

However, instead of achieving the latter, Vincent Tan’s latest stunts at Cardiff City only brought embarrassment to our country. With Twitter trends like #TanOut, a huge lambast by Liverpool FC manager and even non-Cardiff City fans protesting against Vincent Tan, this debacle serves to smear the name of Malaysia more than it has to aid it.

What our government has essentially done was to take more money from the public to tarnish our own image. Not surprisingly, a Welsh fan even expressed to me via Twitter that it’s not so much the reputation of Vincent Tan that was at stake, but more so what the British would think of Malaysia.
The first action by Vincent Tan that angered the Welsh fans was changing the club’s crest and jersey colour from blue to red. Vincent Tan does not understand what football means in British culture. It is not merely a hobby or an interest as it is in Malaysia. To the British, football is a serious way of life, a sense of belonging and an integral part of an association. What Vincent Tan did by stripping away the blue and replacing it with red, and changing the club’s crest to a dragon was entirely overturning the very identity of the club. He showed absolutely no respect for the culture, history and interest of Cardiff City FC and its fans.
Following that, Vincent Tan then recklessly sacked Iain Moddy, the head of recruitment of Cardiff City and replaced him with a Kazakh national, Alisher Apsalyamov, who had no other formal experience in football apart from a short work stint at the club in the summer (which included a painting job). More interestingly and conveniently, Apsalyamov is a friend of Vincent Tan’s son. If this is not enough to further enrage Cardiff City fans, embarrass Malaysia and cause more controversy, the BBC reported that Vincent Tan constantly entered the teams dressing room during matches to dictate things. So much so, reported the Daily Mail, that players had requested for the owner to be barred from the dressing room during match days. The last straw for the Welsh fans would definitely be Vincent Tans latest move to force the clubs manager, Malky Mackay, to resign or be sacked, even when it was he who brought Cardiff City to the English Premier League, the second Welsh team to have ever done so.

Protestors have descended at the clubs home stadium to demand Vincent Tans departure. Lifelong Bluebirds fan Joanne Blanchard, a season ticket holder for 14 years, was reported in Cardiff Online as saying, ‘The message we want to send out is that Vincent Tan has destroyed our history, our identity and our pride. Now he is trying to destroy our manager.’ Indeed, this latest act has caused anger not only among fans. Liverpool manager, Brendan Rodgers blasted the Malaysian owner for ‘not knowing anything about football’. Rodgers went on to state, ‘My only conclusion is you have a business guy operating the club who knows absolutely nothing about football. He has obviously been a successful businessman, congratulations, but football is like no other business. When I see what Malky has had to put up with, to see him being questioned I find it remarkable. Especially when supporters there look up to him and respect him for what he’s done.’
At a time when our government declares it is not insensitive to the peoples needs, yet it is not ready to give up its own excessive spending at the expense of Malaysians, we see here the all too familiar arrogance and insensitivity of both the BN leaders and cronies.
Likewise, Vincent Tan has shown that he is not ready to be a caretaker of a football club and history, but a ruthless insensitive dictator, far away from what the grassroots, the Cardiff City fans, want. Ironically, our government is using our money to aid him in it. It is time both political and business leaders give up their arrogance and really listen to the people, not merely tout it. – December 21, 2013

Woohoo

Originally Posted 2013

Woohoo Cardiff City is Premier League!!

Yes, yes I know I’m months late but who gives a shit, even bought meself a Cardiff City Jersey 😛 They’ve made some decent purchases of late too. On top of that lot you also need to remember the existing players, Bellers, Whitters, the Gunny, Frazier Campbell, the list goes on weehee – Cardiff City is back where they belong, the top flight of English football.

So far Cardiff’s first match saw an away loss 2-0 to West Ham, then a home win 3-2 against Manchester City and a home nil all draw against Everton, oh and a 2-0 win over Accrington Stanley in the League Cup. How will we go this year? Well we’re not gunna win the Premier League BUT we’re also not gunna get relegated (today’s date: we did 🙁 )so s’all gunna be good 🙂
Oh and before I forget, to the bell ends who keep bitching about the shirt colour change remember this Be We Red or Be We Blue Who Gives a SHIT We’re Comin’ For You!!

You Gotta Be Kiddin

Originally Posted 2012

Serbia 6 – Wales 1 in a world cup qualifier???? FFS PULEEEZE look outside the box for a manager, try Spain or Sth America coz the crop that are sitting there in the sidelines waiting for the head of the current manager to role are just as soddin’ bad.
It was 1958 (the year I was born) the last and only time Wales made it to a world cup, any chance you useless bastards can get there again before I go tits up???????????

Local Call

Originally Posted 2012

An American photographer on vacation was inside a church in London taking photographs when he noticed a golden telephone mounted on the wall with a sign that read £10,000 per call. The American, being intrigued, asked a priest who was strolling by what the telephone was used for. The priest replied that it was a direct line to heaven and that for £10,000 you could talk to God.
The American thanked the priest and went along his way. Next stop was in Lincoln, there, at a very large cathedral, he saw the same golden telephone with the same sign under it. He wondered if this was the same kind of telephone he saw in London and he asked a nearby nun what its purpose was. She told him that it was a direct line to heaven and that for £10,000 he could talk to God.
‘O.K., thank you,’ said the American. He then travelled to York , Rotherham , Sheffield Dewsbury, and Pickering , In every church he saw the same golden telephone with the same £10,000 per call’ sign under it.
The American, upon leaving Yorkshire decided to travel down to Wales to see if the Welsh had the same phone.
He arrived in Rhoose, and again, in the first church he entered, there was the same golden telephone, but this time the sign under it read ’50 pence per call.’ The American was surprised so he asked the priest about the sign. “Father, I’ve travelled all over England and I’ve seen this same golden telephone in many churches. I’m told that it is a direct line to heaven, but in England the price was £10,000 per call. Why is it only 50 pence here?”
The priest smiled and answered, “You’re in Wales now, son.. it’s a local call.”

Rugby Supporters

Originally Posted 2012

A family of England rugby supporters head out shopping in Richmond, one Saturday before Christmas. While in a sport shop, the son picks up a Welsh rugby shirt and says to his sister, “I’ve decided I’m going to be a Welsh supporter and I’d like this shirt for my Christmas present!” The sister is outraged at this; promptly whacks him round the head and says, “Go talk to mum.” Off goes the little lad, with Welsh shirt in hand and finds his mother. “Mum,” “Yes, son?” “I’ve decided I’m going to be a Welsh supporter and I’d like this shirt for my Christmas present.” The mother is outraged at this; promptly whacks him round the head and says, “Go talk to your father.” Off he goes with the Welsh shirt in hand and finds his father. “Dad,” “Yes, son? “I’ve given this a lot of thought; I’ve watched the style of rugby they play and I’ve decided I’m going to be a Welsh rugby supporter and I would like this Welsh shirt for my Christmas present. The father is outraged at this; promptly whacks his son round the head and says: “No son of mine is ever going to be seen in THAT!” About half an hour later, they are all back in the car heading home. The father turns to the son and says: “Son, I hope you’ve learned an important lesson today?” The son turns to his father and says: “Yes, Father, I have.” Father says: “Good son, and what is it? The son replies: “I’ve only been a Welsh supporter for an hour and I already hate you English bastards!”

I’d Happen

Originally Posted 2011

A rugby referee died and went to heaven. Stopped by St Peter at the gates he was told that only brave people who had performed heroic deeds and had the courage of their convictions could enter. If he could describe a situation in his life where he had shown these characteristics, he would be allowed in.
“Well,” said the ref, “I was controlling a game between Wales and England in Cardiff, Wales were two points ahead with a minute to go. Ben Cohen made a break, passed inside to Martin Johnson. Johnson was driven on by his forwards, before he passed out to Lawrence Dallaglio who went over in the corner. But Dallaglio dropped the ball before he could ground it. As England were clearly the better side all game, I ruled that he had got it down and awarded the try.”
“Ok, that was fairly brave of you, but I will have to check it in the book,” said Peter, before disappearing to look it up. When he came back he said: “Sorry, there’s no record of this. Can you help me to trace it? When did all this happen?” The ref looked at his watch and replied: “Forty-five seconds ago

Wembley Here We Come!!

Originally Posted 18/3/08
Our Father who art in Wembley Jones be thy name.
Thy FA come, goals will be done, by Parry, Hasselbaink & Scimeca,
Give us this day Our daily bread of Heaven and forgive us our offside
As we tackle those who trespass against us
And lead us not into bad discipline But deliver us from Barnsley
For Cardiff is the kingdom, the dragon & the daffodil
For ever & ever A’right butt

How True

Originally Posted 21/2/08
Two English businessmen in London were sitting down for a break in their soon-to-be new store. As yet, the store wasn’t ready, with only a few shelves set up. One said to the other, “I bet any minute now some twit is going to walk by, put his face to the window and ask what we ‘re selling.”
No sooner were the words out of his mouth when, sure enough, a curious WELSHMAN walked to the window, had a peek, and in a broad VALLEYS accent asked, “What are you selling in here butt? ” One of the men replied sarcastically, “We’re selling arse-holes. Without skipping a beat, the TAFFY said, “You are doing well, Only two left!”
Moral: Englishmen – God bless them – should not mess with the WELSH

Well I think it ‘s funny – but then again I WOULD!!

Originally Posted 14/2/08
‘I received this joke from my cousin Ian – Cheers mate.
Once upon a time in the Kingdom of Heaven, God went missing for six whole days. Eventually, on the seventh day, Gabriel, the archangel, found him resting. “Where have you been? ” he inquired of God.
God sighed, a deep sigh of great satisfaction, and proudly pointed downwards, through the clouds. “Look here, Gabriel. Look at what I ‘ve made. Archangel Gabriel looked puzzled. “What is it? ” he asked. It ‘s a planet “, replied God, “and I ‘ve put life upon it. I ‘m going to call it Earth, and it ‘s going to be a great place of balance. “Balance? ” inquired Gabriel, still confused.
God explained, pointing to different parts of Earth. “For example, Northern Europe will be a place of great opportunity and wealth while Southern Europe is going to be poor; The Middle East over there will be a hot spot. Over there I’ve placed a continent of white people and over there is a continent of black people. ” God continued, “Over there, I call this place America. North America Will be rich and powerful and cold, while South America will be poor, and hot and friendly. And the little spot in the middle is Central America which is a hot spot. Can you see the balance?”
“Yes ” said the Archangel, impressed by God ‘s work. Then he pointed to a small country in Northern Europe. What ‘s that one? ” he asked. “Ah, ” said God. “That ‘s Wales The most glorious place on Earth. There are beautiful mountains and picturesque valleys, untouched rivers, streams and a coastline of exquisite, timeless beauty. The people are good-looking, intelligent and humorous, and they ‘re going to be found travelling the world. They’ll be extremely sociable, hard-working and high-achieving, and they will be known throughout the world as warriors, engineers, inventors and pioneers. Gabriel gasped in wonder and admiration. But then exclaimed, “You said there would be BALANCE! ”
God replied wisely. “Wait until you see the bastards I ‘m putting next to them!”

Whilst Scrounging

I was wandering through this pc looking for the graphics I need for my grandsons site (lost the originals in an upgrade) and I came across a scan of a plaque that me mam owns and I just lurv. I used to have it on a separate page of the old website but ehh I ‘ll stick it here for all to enjoy 😉 It’s copyright Susan E Adams just so you know and I claim no hold over it apart from me mam owns it and I want it 😛
Carl