Already, there should be only one burning question for the Six snakes … how the hell are they going to slither their way out of this one?
How the hell are they going to save their own oily skins when they are forced to ditch this despicable scheme?
Because, make no mistake, the Super League will be dead in the water before it has been able to take its first miserable, money-grabbing, meaningful – sorry, meaningless – breath.
And the half-dozen, half-witted Premier League clubs who somehow thought it was a good idea to sign up to this aberration can now only start working out how they might be able to look their loyal fans in the eyes again.
They are that shameless, they will manage, no doubt.
And exactly how humble and contrite they will be when the inevitable, humiliating reverse ferret materialises, remains to be seen.
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But even so soon after the official announcement, there surely cannot be a single one of the avaricious characters at Manchester United, Liverpool, Manchester City, Chelsea, Arsenal or Spurs who genuinely thinks the stench of a Super League would ever lift.
Surely, there cannot be one who does not accept it cannot even begin.
‘Prepare yourselves for negative publicity,’ some overpaid and clueless PR types probably told them ahead of its laughable launch.
Er, no.
Prepare yourselves to be hammered by – in no particular order – fans, royalty, Prime Ministers, Presidents, UEFA, FIFA, actors, comedians, singers, men and women from all sports, you own players, your own managers, Uncle Tom Cobley.
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Prepare yourselves to be hammered by clubs who would probably not think twice about selling a bit of soul for a lot of cash, who would probably not think twice about voting for the Premier League to be a closed shop, yet clubs who can still claim the high moral ground such is the heinous avarice of this power grab.
For goodness sake, even Boris Johnson is on that high moral ground.
From dusk until dawn, there is a glorious game of tag, individuals and organisations queuing up to take their turn putting the boot into the jumped-up Six.
It has been the acceptable face of a pile-on.
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Now, with the ink on their amateur-hour logo not even close to dry, the only planning left for these pariahs to ponder should be how to prise themselves out of this preposterous pickle.
How can Ed Woodward carry on at the top table of football? How can John W Henry talk about loving Liverpool’s great fans? How can Daniel Levy be taken seriously ever again?
Etc, etc, etc.
They are going to need a better PR company than the one that told them they would only have to weather a storm in a teacup.
But they will need one because it will be surely over before it has started.
The resentment towards the Slippery Six will eventually subside.
They might have to do some penance, offer a few sacrificial lambs.
But as Jurgen Klopp has intimated, these are great clubs regardless of how dastardly their owners are.
Now, though, they simply have to admit the error of their ways – even if they don’t see them – and ask to be pardoned for one of the most spectacular own goals in the history of the game.
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