He must have been the wife of the chairman, I thought when I read that the once very famous champion coach Erik ten Hag was finished after two lean jars of football at Bayer Leverkusen. He seems to get six million. Perhaps it is nice if he will train Vitesse for free for the next two years. Quite an adventurous job because for the time being there they have added the office staff, the cleaning team and a few Manke Stewards to the selection. Even the coffee machine trains. As a keeper. Given the level of the kitchen cupboard division, that seems to be no problem. The automatic transmission has not yet passed any training.
That rapid dismissal of Erik and the preliminary return of the Arnhem yellow-blacks are part of the football world in which everyone has been mesjogge for decades. A kid who played for Neighborhood in Tilburg II for nothing that was not so long ago, was sold for 144 million euros last week. His new owner is Liverpool that this summer spent 483 million euros on transfers. Even I can even become an English champion.
The surrealistic football chaos that I have been having a great time for my entire life. Just like the current mess in Politiek The Hague where Mrs. Arib De Moeteren kept busy again this week. Wonderful to smell how terrible this petty -bourgeois scandal pights. I hope for a thorough investigation and then the full slurry to waves out. The leaking Bergkamp, its sneaky officials with their safe cowardly anonymity and of course all other joking chunks pilots. If even that scary Bosma says it is no good, it must be really bad. In short: on the table with that trade. And that after that they can all stutter stuttering that they are very sorry. Whether that will happen? No, of course not. The roofs have already been ordered. In fact: they are already ready in the basement of the Binnenhof, the renovation of which is a bit more expensive. Two billion instead of the planned 475 million euros. For this last amount, Arne Slot was allowed to buy players from his club Liverpool this summer.
The collapsed mess that is currently playing before our government is already called ‘Vitesse’ in the corridors. Furthermore, it is nothing but desperate squabbling. Nobody trusts someone. Last Monday I saw our Dilan, the party leader of the upcoming Splinter VVD, hopelessly stutter RTL Tonight. She was lucky that no one is looking at this new talk show at all. Only RTL boss Peter van der Vorst and the women of Renze and Humberto start their TV for this mess. Furthermore, nobody really. And rightly so. Never seen so much rusty old iron together. This talk show has been announced for months with uncontrollable bombing. Micanthotical Petertje had a larger budget for purchasing so -called clients than Arne Slot was allowed to order football players. Even for the rioting gossipon Albert Verlinde, a record amount was paid. And what about the sister of Willem Holleeder, addicted to sentences. If you still want to witness this historic television seater, you must be quick. Next week the hopeless Babbelboulevard will be taken off the tube. And then? Nothing then. Pathetic for the families of the unemployed clients. They get that bullshit at home.
Those chat stuffs will then explain to their family members that Beijing marched a lot of soldiers at the same time and that we as the Netherlands cannot put much against it. The hard core of Ajax, Feyenoord and PSV. And Vitesse of course. But we don’t have more soldiers for the time being.
These are gloomy times that I am shamelessly laugh about. In fact: that keeps me going.
This weekend there is a VVD congress. The rumor is that Yesilgöz is represented by her dog Moos. Dilan has agreed with the beast that when he returns and silently crawls into his basket, she will be fired. And if he barks enthusiastically? So too.