And I'm not talking about the rounds ones either, even though they too are of the same shape. In an article link from that balls to the walls correspondent Swanhills, we are being led to believe the the wonderful Sepp Blatter may be in a bit of a bind. He's not too sure if he's now got what it takes to continue on with the utterly brilliant job he's done since claiming the Presidency of FIFA. Sure there have been uncaring and unwarranted fingers pointed in his direction, but he's been able to shrug off these petty allegations of corruption with the dignity that only a man of his great esteem can. He's been around a long time, and in the process of his duties, has been unfairly battered from pillar to post. What would a gentleman of his substance know of corruption? Nothing I can assure you. The blame for the humiliation being heaped upon FIFA can not under any circumstance, be laid at the feet of Mr. Blatter. He has been stoic and steadfast in his honourable dealings with all and sundry. The blame here lies squarely at the feet of those Fleet Street scum who spend every waking hour in pursuit of filth, filth they then try to fling upon this poor, misunderstood, old gentleman. I truly find it hard to think of another individual in modern history who has been treated so shamefully by the media at large. The game of football has today reached a level of competitiveness, never before seen in the past. And the game is awash with money. There are people out there who are barely able to scribble their name on a contract, earning hundreds of thousands of pounds each and every week. These very same people who are just a step away from being unable to scratch their own arses, are making an absolute killing, and it's all down to that wonderful leader of men, Mr. Joseph Blatter. And I ask you, my dear friends, have you even heard so much as a word of support for the man? Have any of these cretins shown even a skerrick of empathy or understanding for anyone but themselves, let alone this long suffering, aging warrior? I've certainly heard nothing, **** all, that all I've heard, nothing but bloody silence. I say unto you Mr. Blatter, tell them all to "**** right off." I call on those who have any semblance of decency in them to rally around this paragon of virtue and get him re-elected to the FIFA Presidency, a post he richly deserves. Let's hear it for Sepp. "For he's a jolly good fellow, for he's jolly good fellow, for he's a jolly good fellooowwwww, and so say all of us.
Sepp blatter is a grade A numpty.how this clown has stayed in power so long is baffling.you would hope for the sake of football he wont be re-elected but fifa is such a shaddy/corrupt org I have my doubts.
...........and how much in Qatari Riyal did FIFA pay you for this missive, Cyclonic111? Very good defence of this full-of-balls chief executive, just a bit skew-whiff on the Fleet Street scum. It was BBC Panorama who first opened up the corruption in FIFA a few years ago, in which they proved beyond a shadow of a doubt that FIFA were up to no good with large back-handers to former executives. The BBC almost invited FIFA to take them to court, but FIFA never did. Later on, just a few months ago I believe, Germany's ZDF channel went even further and followed a Brazilian associate of FIFA all over the place including Florida and the Caribbean. Ricardo Teixeira and Co. ran for cover. Anyway, good defence, although I would think Blatter's balls are about as useful as mine nowadays?
You know this could well be the subject's signature tune: "Kein Schwein ruft mich an" by Max Raabe and the Palast Orchestra who do songs and music from the 1920's and 1930's, very well too. Have put the English translation/meaning underneath: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cN1LCow_BQU Not a soul calls me.* No one shows any interest in me. As long as I’ve lived here, it’s almost a taunt, my telephone has been silent. Not a soul calls me. No one shows any interest in me. And I ask myself, does anyone occasionally ever think of me? I find the situation highly fatal, for the current age not normal, when everyone only complains about the telephone fraying their nerves. I hardly dare go out the door, for I’ve always suspected that as soon as I leave the house it rings or beeps. However... Not a soul calls me. No one shows any interest in me. As long as I’ve lived here, it’s almost a taunt, my telephone has been silent. Not a soul calls me. No one shows any interest in me. And I ask myself, does anyone occasionally ever think of me? Perhaps it’s that some believe I’m in the land of the Danes. Or far from here, where the hyenas yawn. Because... Not a soul calls me. No one shows any interest in me. But it’s not my fault; I pay the telephone bill every month. That was no longer acceptable. There had to be a solution! Right away for me it was an answering machine. And then when I came home, I was overcome with happiness and joy. Merrily blinking at me, the machine said that someone had called. The sweet voice of a woman betrays me and says: “Forgive me, my dear sir, I dialed the wrong number.” .................... Cheers till the New Year!
Funny but sad Swanny. It would be nice if all those lonely folk out there got that call. Maybe I'll open the phone call and make a few random calls. It'd be just my luck to labelled a troll.
