Feeling Glazed over?

Well I am.

And I’m not even a Man United fan. I like to watch them but I hold no more affinity than say Arsenal, AC Milan or Real Madrid. They all have alot of talent, and thats what counts.

So for a guy like me to be angry that Manchester United has been sold to a profit maker should mean much more to lifelong supporters. And, the game I like to watch has just gotten more expensive, and a certain American fat cat richer because of it.

The deal was done in secret, because if news leaked it was close there would have been action. So that says something. The former Irish stakeholders that sold kept their mouths shut also. They are just as guilty in this garbage pail deal for people like me and you.

So, as in the world at large, the powerful get what they want and we are again left at the mercy of their good will. It’s a bit too much. This feeling of helplessness and smallness takes over, and all of us who take an interest in such things are all feeing the same way.

Manchester United is sold, and because of that, it’s sold. It’s sold in a soulless sense, in a loss of meaning.

Because what Malcolm Glazer, your new cash cow milker, doesn’t bring mystique, just higher prices. See there is a big difference between an owner that loves the game and one that has never been to one: if someone like Alex Ferguson (if he had the dough) bought the club there would be celebration.