AOB: The other villains of the MyFootballClub farce

There have already been a myriad of articles penned on yesterday’s news that the website MyFootballClub is to purchase our BSP rivals Ebbsfleet.

Criticism has so far been lain at the feet of the Ebbsfleet board (although one shouldn’t be surprised that a group of directors who thought it was ok to change their clubs name to that of a railway station has been seduced by this scheme), Will Brooks, the mastermind (sic) of MyFC, and of course the people who have paid £35 for a little piece of Medway that they can call their own.

Personally the only good thing I can see that came out of yesterday’s announcement is that they haven’t tried to buy the Mighty U’s. That the half witted chief of the PFA, Gordon Taylor, approves of MyFC (“The PFA appreciates clubs becoming closer to supporters and that is what this takeover is about,” he said yesterday, missing the point in spectacular fashion) should tell you all you need to know about this farce.

However, one set of buffoons who seem to be getting away from this whole debacle scot-free are those who control this wonderful division we share with Ebbsfleet: The Conference board.

Over the last few years this lot have proved time and time again that there is no end to their ineptitude: Their failure to deal adequately with Crawley’s repeated flouting of the rules; the seemingly random issuing of points and financial deductions; the ridiculous TV deal with Setanta which sees live matches scheduled (and unscheduled) with about half an hours notice. Now they appear to be letting the fact that a bunch of random’s are taking over one of their clubs and plan to run it like an audition for the X-Factor pass without a murmur of caution.

The Conference likes to boast that it is effectively a Fifth division of the Football League. But while it conducts its business in such an amateur fashion nothing can be further from the truth. The MyFC idea has more holes in it than your average fishing net, and it saddens me a bit that we are in a league where a) people even give things like this the time of day, and b) that they are allowed to do so by the powers that be. The sooner we get back to the relative paradise that is League Two the better.