Monday, May 31, 2010

Money, money, money

A weekend away and little in the way of football to get in the way. I was down south for the England game yesterday but chose not to watch. I played Monopoly instead.

Better a board game celebrating capital excess than 90 minutes of watching some of our least deserving beneficiaries of that excess fail to live up to their own hype.

Do I grudge some of those players their money. Too bloody right I do. Particularly when I hear about Jimmy Calderwood's departure from Kilmarnock and the gaping holes in the Rugby Park accounts.

Jimmy had wanted to stay on as manager. He liked the club, liked the players. He'd even identified players that could be brought in on the cheap to bolster a squad that so very nearly went down last season.

But on the cheap is not cheap enough for Kilmarnock these days. The cupboard is completely bare. Let's hope Poundland starts selling footballers in the next month or two.

They are a club mired in crisis. Whoever succeeds Calderwood will need to turn them into a better team with no resources. Zilch.

The consequences of failing to do that are grim. The level of Kilmarnock's debt is pretty much unsustainable in the SPL. It would be impossible in the First Division.

I think there is very real possibility that Kilmarnock's very existence is going to be under threat at some point in the next few months. I don't want to see that happen but I don't see how their financial problems can be solved when the ground is less than a third full most weeks and they have few real, valuable assets on the pitch.

The SPL champions are £30 million in debt. The sixth placed team are £35 million in debt. The team that finished 11th are £12 in debt.

Depressing, crazy, madness, unsustainable. Something needs to be done. It needs to be done quickly.

Unfortunately I can't see anybody involved with the game who has the ability to bring all the clubs and other interested parties together to work out how to start bringing about the positive change we need.

Scottish football has unerring ability to appoint and promote people who, on realising they're stood in a hole, ask for a shovel and start digging.

See what's happened now. A cracking weekend and a quick glance at the football news and I'm channelling the ghost of John Laurie.

Doomed? We might well be.

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