Archives for June 2011

A blog for whoever

Oh Matt Mills, oh Richard Dunne, oh Roger Johnson too.

You’ll cost us so much money I wrote this blog for you, wrote this blog for you.

In an ode to a band I used to feel a bit guilty for liking, I’d like to know who you’d love to see in a Wolves shirt from the bottom of your pencil case.

Thomas would be turning in his hammock if he read a tenuous link to Beautiful South, but with absolutely nothing happening right now I thought it would be interesting to pose the following question:

If Wolves were to sign only one more player from now until the start of the season, who would you like it to be from the names we have been linked with (of which there have been many)

If we whittled it down to Bertram, Konchesky, Mills, Dunne, Johnson, Jonny Evans and Sebastien Bassong, which one would you like to have in the team at Ewood Park for the first game of the season?

Cheap, never cheap. I'll write this blog 'til you're ours to keep

Come to think of it, who would you like to see leave as well? While that elusive marquee defensive signing is consuming all of our thoughts, I’m as concerned about the stodgy air of mediocrity around the reserve team that has long been in need of shifting.

With the 25 man squad rule gaining added significance on a seemingly weekly basis, it seems equally vital to shift some deadwood if we are serious about progressing and evolving.

Personally, Berra, Keogh, Halford, Maierhofer and Vokes can now leave the club, while one of David Edwards and Nenad Milijas could follow closely behind if – for whatever reasons – they resume bit-part roles from August.

Then there is the issue of the youngsters and the best way to aid their development and finally immerse them into the first team environment. How we handle Zele Ismail will be particularly interesting, as well as the stance on Batth, Malone, Winnall, David Davis and Mendez-Laing. More loans I’d imagine.

Maybe save that subject for another time as I get back to the question in hand. One player, one more signing, who would you like it to be (from those currently being linked).

Because he’s worth it?

According to a recent report in the Guardian newspaper, our esteemed chief executive was the 5th best paid in the Premier League last season with a £1.1 million income, equating to around £20,000 a week.

Without wanting to turn this blog into a shimmering hair advert, the simple question is: Is it because he’s worth it?

Most financial experts are praising the stewardship of our club for attaining something like £9 million in profit last year, suggesting that Jez has more than earned his considerable corn.

And while many will regale his dealings in player sales – most notably £5 million for Akinbiye and £3 million for Olofinjana – there have been a number of cock-ups over the years that either get brushed under the carpet, or simply airbrushed altogether.

Do Jez Moxey's big pay packets really matter?

Examples being: Yoakim Bjorklund on a one year deal at 32 while Paul Butler was snubbed a two year deal at the age of 31. Cue gagging order on Butler.

Youle Mawene particularly griped when Dave Jones was desperate for the Derby man’s signature before he opted for Preston at the 11th hour. ‘We’ve been gazumped,’ Jez laughed!

Then there was the alleged flat refusal on Dean Windass’s signing because he was over 30, months before we bought Frankowski aged 32. (in preference of a young and hungry England under-21 player Izale McLeod)

History can thankfully tell us that these are largely insignificant points, like the pie and pint fiasco that I still don’t bear a grudge over. (just an honest mistake in my humble opinion)

Personally, I just resent anyone getting such an obscene salary when I struggle to pay for my season ticket.

Call it resentment and you’d be spot on. Hardly Jez’ fault is it?!

Couple that with a smug air of self satisfaction and I start to genuinely dislike the man, which I acknowledge is completely irrational.

When getting promoted under Dave Jones he trumpeted a transfer policy that meant we wouldn’t have to buy again once we got to the Promised Land, such was the experience and alleged quality within the squad. (I wish I could find those quotes now. I definitely remember them!)

Within two disastrous years he then starts eulogising over a young and hungry policy as if he’s just discovered Newton’s theory of gravity. Didn’t the parachute payments just run-out?!

And wasn’t it the miracle worked by Mick McCarthy that gave feasibility to this young and hungry cliché, as opposed to an alternative translation of ‘untried and cheap’ had he failed?

It is this contradiction of transfer policy that riles me, when people laud the man as some sort of revolutionary, which simply can’t be the case.

Surely history will soon bear testament to this when analysing our stance on Scott Dann, Roger Johnson and Matt Mills – three players we haggled over two years ago for the sake of a few grand, who are now worth more than £20 million combined.

What facts I do know are:

  1. He was paid a one off-bonus of £2.1 million the season we got promoted in 2003, in a ‘boardroom vote’ that was agreed behind closed doors, unbeknown to two directors at that time.
  2. He now earns more than a chief executive of many FTSE100 listed companies, including Severn Trent Water, despite Wolves’ minnow status in terms of staff roll, assets, turnover and profit.
  3. Sir Jack Hayward and Steve Morgan – two men who I have a great deal of respect for – both can’t praise the man highly enough.

Do the first two points matter if the third one does?

Probably not.

Does it bother any of you anyway if we keep making such progress on the pitch over the coming years?

Feel free to comment!

An ode to ‘The Doog’

A legend remembered

What’s his name??? Alexander Derek Dougan.

Today is the fourth anniversary of the death of ‘The Doog.’

For all of you who remember his home debut against Hull and the third goal of his hat-trick, check out the out the official Wolves website.

They have a video tribute to the great man and film of that wonderful third goal.

It was exactly as I remember, except from a different angle, as I was in the North Bank right behind the goal.

If you look really close, you can see me!

Watching the tribute brought tears to my eyes, as I’m sure it will to all fans of my age and older, who remember with love and affection our first true hero and God.

Long may you be in our hearts, Doog.

Written by Clive from Houston