Post by Jack on Jul 16, 2008 17:04:53 GMT
I found this incredibly funny when I read this for the first time, a few days ago. I think it's right though, I don't understand how footballers can critise their wages when there are people out there saving the people of the world rather than entertaining them that get far, far, far less.
Source: Sunday Mirror
Dear Frank
We feel your pain. How dare they offer £29million for four years’ work in a job you profess to love?
It’s an insult. A slight on your professionalism, a blight on the badge you kiss so theatrically, so often.
So what if a nurse would have to work for 324 years to earn your annual salary?
Who really cares that it would take a junior fireman 339 years to make what you do in a year?
We certainly won’t waste our sympathy on the Prime Minister, who is paid 39 times less than you.
Far better, surely, to listen to FIFA president Sepp Blah-Blah and his chums in la-la land. They seethe with righteous indignation on your behalf.
And yet, Frank, something bothers us.
The quiet voice of our conscience wonders whether your search for a five-year deal “to secure my future” might be entirely wise. Has Cashley Cole put you up to this? After all, he needs someone to take over from him as public enemy number one.
Let’s be clear. You’re not making a football decision here. This is about how you will be perceived for the rest of your life.
By taking Inter Milan’s money – and camouflaging your self-interest by shifting the blame on to the Chelsea board – you are in danger of being the boy who tipped the beautiful game over the edge.
Prepare to be booed, if and when you play for England. Prepare to go through the Jade Goody experience.
You’ll be derided as fat, fickle, and fairly loathsome.
Is that fair? Of course not. But that is the warped world in which you will have to live.
In case you haven’t noticed, Frank, our economy is in meltdown. The people who pay to watch you are dealing with soaring supermarket bills, unsustainable mortgages, cars which drink money.
They resent someone who appears uncaring, self-obsessed.
You come from a family with strong values. Your Dad was the epitome of one-club loyalty. Your late Mum was renowned for her kindness and empathy. You owe it to them, and yourself, not to come across as a cliche-spouting, T-shirt-wearing hypocrite.
We understand that football – even though it encourages agents who possess the instincts of sewer rats – doesn’t have the monopoly on greed.
A friend works with a City hedge fund manager who walked out last week, days after topping up his £15m salary with a £10m bonus.
The word on the trading floor is that his new employers lured him with a golden hello of another £10m.
But loyalty is not for losers. A move to Inter Milan is not without its pitfalls, as Dennis Bergkamp testifies elsewhere in these pages.
If I’m honest, I think the die is cast. You’ll soon be reunited with Jose Mourinho. You’ll be making a big mistake.
Don’t break the bank, Frank. Count your blessings, not your cash. Give thanks, and enjoy the privilege of possessing an enviable talent.
Yours sincerely,
Mike
PANEL (IF NEEDED): Meanwhile, back in the real world:
(average annual earnings)
£175,000: The prime minister
£100,000: GP
£75,000: Hospital consultant
£60,000: Uni professor
£57,000: Backbench MP
£35,000: Plumber
£32,000: Train driver
£28,500: Journalist
£26,000: Nurse
£12,000: Hospital porter
According to the Greater London Assembly, the amount a person living in London must earn per hour to avoid living in poverty is £7.20 – equivalent to £13,100. A receptionist working at the luxury Millennium & Copthorne hotels at Chelsea FC earns under this amount, so is technically in poverty.
Source: Sunday Mirror
Dear Frank
We feel your pain. How dare they offer £29million for four years’ work in a job you profess to love?
It’s an insult. A slight on your professionalism, a blight on the badge you kiss so theatrically, so often.
So what if a nurse would have to work for 324 years to earn your annual salary?
Who really cares that it would take a junior fireman 339 years to make what you do in a year?
We certainly won’t waste our sympathy on the Prime Minister, who is paid 39 times less than you.
Far better, surely, to listen to FIFA president Sepp Blah-Blah and his chums in la-la land. They seethe with righteous indignation on your behalf.
And yet, Frank, something bothers us.
The quiet voice of our conscience wonders whether your search for a five-year deal “to secure my future” might be entirely wise. Has Cashley Cole put you up to this? After all, he needs someone to take over from him as public enemy number one.
Let’s be clear. You’re not making a football decision here. This is about how you will be perceived for the rest of your life.
By taking Inter Milan’s money – and camouflaging your self-interest by shifting the blame on to the Chelsea board – you are in danger of being the boy who tipped the beautiful game over the edge.
Prepare to be booed, if and when you play for England. Prepare to go through the Jade Goody experience.
You’ll be derided as fat, fickle, and fairly loathsome.
Is that fair? Of course not. But that is the warped world in which you will have to live.
In case you haven’t noticed, Frank, our economy is in meltdown. The people who pay to watch you are dealing with soaring supermarket bills, unsustainable mortgages, cars which drink money.
They resent someone who appears uncaring, self-obsessed.
You come from a family with strong values. Your Dad was the epitome of one-club loyalty. Your late Mum was renowned for her kindness and empathy. You owe it to them, and yourself, not to come across as a cliche-spouting, T-shirt-wearing hypocrite.
We understand that football – even though it encourages agents who possess the instincts of sewer rats – doesn’t have the monopoly on greed.
A friend works with a City hedge fund manager who walked out last week, days after topping up his £15m salary with a £10m bonus.
The word on the trading floor is that his new employers lured him with a golden hello of another £10m.
But loyalty is not for losers. A move to Inter Milan is not without its pitfalls, as Dennis Bergkamp testifies elsewhere in these pages.
If I’m honest, I think the die is cast. You’ll soon be reunited with Jose Mourinho. You’ll be making a big mistake.
Don’t break the bank, Frank. Count your blessings, not your cash. Give thanks, and enjoy the privilege of possessing an enviable talent.
Yours sincerely,
Mike
PANEL (IF NEEDED): Meanwhile, back in the real world:
(average annual earnings)
£175,000: The prime minister
£100,000: GP
£75,000: Hospital consultant
£60,000: Uni professor
£57,000: Backbench MP
£35,000: Plumber
£32,000: Train driver
£28,500: Journalist
£26,000: Nurse
£12,000: Hospital porter
According to the Greater London Assembly, the amount a person living in London must earn per hour to avoid living in poverty is £7.20 – equivalent to £13,100. A receptionist working at the luxury Millennium & Copthorne hotels at Chelsea FC earns under this amount, so is technically in poverty.
