The Tribal Affair

The platforms on their podcasts sitting in their stitched-up studio format to be passable, that’s a maybe, sitting behind their desks speaking the laborious. They have had the foresight to set up, to platform, but beyond that it can be a grey pit of limited knowledge, many are. They learn how to trick, how to get the numbers to follow, part of the numbers projected are fake, their followers of the same mindset drivel in part, avoids them from have squeaky bum time moments, but the ones that can see through the turdyness can become involved in an industrial language fest due to their limitations to be exposed to what they are, nondescript, it can become an ugly cesspit.

Two podcast type stations and X (Twitter) zoned shisters profess to be affiliated to their football club, the Manero has had soundings with two of these and found them to follow the same track, they become vulgar industrialists if proven wrong and they try to switch the narrative. They spew out senseless mumbo jumbo when they are dismantled. One such afforded the Manero space time on various tweets between themselves patting themselves on the back for their endeavours to agree with each other, farcical, comical, pathetic. The Manero callouts will always make them calls, not to creep around with some fake mask to try and hide their identities on bullshit mound, the stench prevails and always will do, it’s a tribal affair with the masses on the media.

Creep City

The spotlight falls on the Saudi Arabia in the guise of Turki Alalshikh, the titled chairman of the general entertainments authority making all the big named boxing match up fights to come to fruition. If money serves no objection with endless oil driven wells, then you can buy the biggest cars, the biggest houses, whichever you desire. So where’s the hardship in laying down the loot for the biggest fights, is it to be applauded in the sins of Creep City, to be revered by the sickly goons in the boxing media in part. Have us believe, not on this watch, no door ajar here for Creep City.

The ‘Cobra’ Carl Froch, the former Super Middleweight Champion who now pockets from his successful YouTube channel, stands apart from any other media outlet, the Manero being the exception, to breathe oxygen into the fumes of the bullshitters with candidness, slot in candour and we have the truth being spoken. Froch has an extensive skillset with the knowledge to sit alongside in the sport of boxing. Froch on invite no doubt from Turki Alalshikh, who likes to scratch everyone’s back with a branch olive, watch those itchy balls was in chat mode with the Cobra, I hope the Cobra is not snaking into any murky deals, Carl needs to maintain his stellar work and not to be driven down that road, to stand out from the rest, to remain everything that’s classy. Carl delved into the versed the lack of atmosphere for the fights in Saudi, the drained shit could be said, a word that was ready to roll off the Cobra tongue, snaked. The Froch held court and stated that there was an improvement with the atmosphere and that the experience was enjoyable, looking for some middle ground, an offer of kindness in speak, Froch says it as it is, and I hope it stays that way.

The leeches, the promoters Eddie Hearn and bricktop Frank Warren are not making the fights, all be it. They may profess to, that boils down to Turki Alalshikh with the country’s cash funds and there’s plenty of that in the midday sun, the boils. The fact that Hearn and Warren stable horse the boxers is their only portrayal of any substance, negotiations have to go through them, in part they have been made redundant, but the dressage routine plays out in public, Bob Arum the aged American promotor likes to sit at the table with his sleepy overtones but has become extinct with no relevance in the sands of time.

Hearn and Warren like to pussyfoot around Alalshikh meow, no holding hands Frank, into those pillars of society, those bed posts, oouch! What’s up Frank, that’s one big rocket, the cash in the rockets, that title belongs to Jeff Bezos, not Alalshikh, the splashing of the cash is the mark, there’s always the Thunderbirds toybox (FAB), grow a pair, of that’s on the girlfriend Jeff, in the forever changing world, to be seen, to be heard, to be acclaimed, can we compare, boxing, rockets, we can just watch and judge on those obscene amounts of money. At Creep City.

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@chestermanero
replying to Henry Winter, clubs will continue to rip-off their supporters with match tickets and merchandise until supporters boycott matches.

@chestermanero
replying to Henry Winter, I think Tuchel was watching 2 to 3 games a day, twice on a Sunday, that makes up for the missing days.