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What are these owners saying

when they allow turds like
this back on their roster?

Don't you look dapper. Time
to part ways with Kisan.

I was right.

Don't focus on other people's misery.

I made the decision to part ways

with Kisan Teague.

I feel so alive!

Hey, make the bed before you go.

Why?

Dude, I love your radio show.

What you think about me
calling them fools out?

Man, everyone's gotta get the truth.

You wanna come at me, I'm right here.

Just know that I'm the players'
best ally going into the CBA.

Are you okay, boss?

Yeah, just having some kind of attack.

I know who you are, Kisan Teague.

- You got cut.
- What you say, bro?

Kane is in the building.

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So it is not an end for
our dear brother, Kisan.

Our dear son and nephew,

neighbor, friend, and teammate Kisan.

The life of the spirit-eternal has

no four quarters or a halftime show.

It is a spirit that we can feel

and touch and speak to...

whenever we close our eyes

or feel the breeze or fumble or triumph.

We must think of this
not as the end of a game,

but as the beginning of a new life.

For through Him, our life
and our love is eternal

and everlasting.

Can I get an amen?

Amen!

♪ I'm climbing ♪

♪ I'm climbing ♪

- ♪ Higher mountains ♪
- ♪ Higher mountains ♪

- ♪ Trying to get home ♪
- ♪ Trying to get home ♪

- ♪ I'm climbing ♪
- ♪ I'm climbing ♪

- ♪ Higher mountains ♪
- ♪ Higher mountains ♪

- ♪ Trying to get home ♪
- ♪ Trying to get home ♪

- ♪ And I'm climbing ♪
- ♪ Climbing ♪

- ♪ Oh ♪
- ♪ Climbing, climbing ♪

- ♪ Every day ♪
- ♪ Climbing ♪

- I hate fucking funerals.
- I hate grieving.

- ♪ Higher mountains ♪
- ♪ Higher mountains ♪

You don't like to feel?

Actually, I don't feel anything.

That's the problem.

I'm the same way, brother.

It shows that we care.

- ♪ Flying higher ♪
- ♪ Oh, higher ♪

- ♪ Flying higher ♪
- ♪ Oh, higher ♪

- ♪ Flying higher ♪
- ♪ Higher and higher ♪

- ♪ Flying higher ♪
- ♪ Yeah, higher ♪

- ♪ Flying higher ♪
- ♪ Higher and higher ♪

- ♪ Flying higher ♪
- ♪ Oh, higher ♪

- ♪ Flying higher ♪
- ♪ Higher and higher ♪

♪ Flying higher ♪

Bossman.

How was the service?

It was intense.

I remember the first guy I lost.

D-back with all the tools,
all set to be a star

till he slid his car off the road.

Well, they feel like your
kids, but they aren't.

So the owners meeting is tomorrow.

And?

I need to know where you stand.

On my own two feet.

18 games is gonna be
good for the players.

- How would you know?
- You're not a player.

Neither are you anymore.

They're gonna get two more game checks,

and we're gonna expand the salary cap.

Yeah, you're gonna make a
lot more money for yourselves.

For everyone.

I'm a hard-ass, but I'm not heartless.

I'll let you know when I know.

Just remember, I might not be a player,

but I'm a players' owner.

Deacon Eller.

Spencer Strasmore.

I'd tell you to stop following me around

and dogging my footsteps,

but I heard you got yourself a team.

- Congratulations.
- I appreciate that.

You know, I'd love to
have you on the sidelines.

No, I'm too old and
crusty to be fooling around

with those young kids with
all that piss and vinegar.

- No, thank you.
- Sure.

If you change your mind,
I'd love to have you.

Appreciate.

Waiting for somebody?

Just a cab.

Legends don't take cabs.

I don't know about you, but
I'm feeling kind of fucked up

that we didn't go to
Kisan's thing earlier.

I told you I don't do funerals.

They freak me out.

Next one I go to gonna be my own.

Better believe I'll be at that one.

Hey, man, don't bring
that shit up again, man.

- Okay.
- Hey.

Guess who's on the
motherfucking WAG shit list.

What'd you do?

My guess is, she
talking about you, nigga.

So I ran into a few of the
players' wives today at SoulCycle.

They snubbed me,
told me to tell my husband

he need to be more
careful with his words.

Bet it's good for your workout,

pedaling all mad and angry and shit.

You know what?

Seriously, Ricky, I'll put up

with whatever I have to put up with

if you're really committed.

But if this is some kind of sidepiece...

I'm pretty good at it.

- Pretty good?
- This nigga's filthy.

- Give me ten.
- Well, why don't you use those big mouths

to help the players out

instead of just tearing 'em down?

- Shit gotta be funny, though.
- We ain't doing edutainment.

Our show does need to
say something, though.

- Don't overreach.
- Stick to sex and money.

That shit sells.

Well, you ass-backwards as usual,

but you know, you
might be onto something.

I got an idea.

Yo, get Joe Krutel on the show.

Fuck that goofy white boy
gonna bring to the party?

Trust me on this, bro.

All right, man.

Domino, motherfucker.

Nigga, that ain't domino.

I called his office, like, three times.

It's getting absurd.

His assistant keeps saying
he doesn't know where he is,

but I know that fucker's there.

He's ducking me,

hoping that I'm gonna
move on from Kamara.

That way he doesn't have to
take him my "Godfather" offer.

Isn't that an agent's job,
to take their clients offers?

Yep, but nobody does what
they're supposed to do.

I do.

Too bad nobody notices.

Look, I've been trying
to find the right time

to tell you this.

I got another job offer,

from the Browns.

You thought this was the right time?

Are my instincts off?

- I don't know, Benny.
- You tell me.

I got a wife I never see,

a hole in the offense...

oh, I got a boss who
absolutely hates my guts,

and I'm $3 billion over
budget on the stadium!

All that, I don't even got
my own deal locked up yet.

So maybe it ain't the right time!

Forget I said anything.

You okay, boss?

Yeah, I'm good.

Just something I ate ain't
sitting right, I think.

But look...

Can't feel my hands.

It's all right, though.

Kamara's gonna come through
and Julie and Kiki run...

Boss, boss, you don't seem okay.

Oh, my God.

- I think I'm having a stroke.
- Jesus.

Do you want me to call 911?

- No!
- No, nope.

Ain't gonna let Werner
witness me carted off

out of here like some kind of loser.

Drive myself.

You need to come on
Ricky's show with me today.

I prefer to lurk in the shadows.

It's safer there.

It's good place to plug our shop.

Plus, I need the support.

I believe in you, maestro.

Besides, I just buried a 28-year-old,

and it's mine and Donna's
two-year anniversary tonight.

Oh, God, that sucks.

Not your anniversary, of course.

Kisan.

God, two years, huh?

I can't believe it. What's
the world coming to?

Probably to an end, 'cause
I'm not bringing a ring.

Well, at least Donna
knows what she wants,

and for some fucking reason that's you.

- Yeah, yeah.
- I'm a lucky fuck.

I know Donna's amazing,

I just don't believe in marriage.

It's not the fucking Tooth Fairy.

It's a centuries-old institution.

It's an institution that doesn't work.

Look, I gotta go check
in on Kisan's family.

Do not embarrass us on this show.

Well, if you really
gave a shit about that,

you'd come on, wouldn't you? Good-bye.

Cute, you boys always do a little a.m.

relationship check-in before breakfast?

- Yeah, I guess.
- Maybe.

So what? What's the matter with that?

Mm, you know, I never use the C-word

before I have my coffee.

Commitment.

Oh.

Oh, well, then, hey, let's
get you caffeinated, huh?

Here you go. Three cups enough?

Oh, Joe, no.

Um... uh, this isn't that,

if that's what you were thinking it is.

I should tell you it isn't.

Yeah, no.

No, I wasn't... I wasn't
thinking anything, just...

I think this is fun.

I think you're a good
dude, solid zaddy vibes

despite some borderline tendencies.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

I mean, you know, this is just
a thing, not a thing.

- A thing, not a thing, right.
- Yeah.

Glad we're on the same page.

- Yeah, me too.
- Me too.

- Totally.
- Okay.

Now, Spence, don't expect too much.

It's small, but I call it home.

You know I never judge a
man by the size of his house.

Well, says the man who
probably lives in a palace.

Hey, you want a cold drink?

Yeah, I'd love one.

- Take a peek in the fridge.
- I'll take an orange drink.

How's your body feeling?

Just another long day after a long life.

I got the wear and
tear to prove it, buddy.

- Yeah, I know you do.
- So do I.

I always meant to ask you, Deacon,

back in the day, who was
your toughest challenge?

John Hannah.

That fucking head slap of his,
my ears are still ringing, man.

Oh, he was a bitch.

Yeah, but I remember
you tossing him around

like a little toddler.

But I got news for you.

It wasn't my strength.
It was my fucking fear.

That's right.

And what you thought
was fear was actually

your head trying to
keep your body alive.

Yeah.

I'm one of the lucky ones, I guess.

- Yeah, you and me both.
- Mm-hmm.

It'll be interesting to see
how this plays out, buddy.

- Mm.
- I've been thinking about that.

How do you want this whole thing to end?

In a lot less pain
than it began, brother.

A lot less pain.

Greetings, Obi-Wan.

We are sitting here
holding our lightsabers,

eagerly awaiting you.

Mm-hmm.

I am prepared to give you this check

for $2 million for your e-dreams.

That's it, $2 million?

Wait, this won't even
cover the franchise fee.

That's a half step in a two-step game.

- Maybe I'll finance it myself.
- No you won't, mate.

I suggest you take it.

Signing players, it's
gonna be impossible.

Well, then you're gonna have to find

some diamonds in the rough, huh?

- You're still not a believer.
- Of course I am.

I'm very much a believer,
and my check is very much

a believer as well.

- You'll regret it.
- Is that a threat, Reggie?

It's conviction.

We will take your
paltry $2 million check.

Don't worry.

I know where to find
some rough diamonds.

Fight breaks out in the middle lane,

and it is total carnage.

Them in fact losing this one outright.

The next is certain to fall.

the Hanson brothers
just cannot buy a win.

What a terrible look
for the three brothers.

They always start shit
with me, but in the end,

I always fucking win.

Yeah, well, if you consider
being kicked out of the league

to live amidst cereal and masturbation,

then yeah, you're a champion, mate.

Shit happens.

It doesn't mean I'm happy about it.

Listen, I'm here to offer
you a path back to glory.

- I'm listening.
- Squad up with us.

- I'm a loner, Dottie, okay?
- A rebel.

I don't do teams anymore.

Seems like you don't do
much from the looks of it.

You ripping on my lifestyle?

If that's what you call it.

- Are you funded?
- Fully.

- Already?
- Vernon got deep pockets.

And you can get my ban lifted?

Yo, we can cover your fines in cash.

That's some flex.

Whatever you guys need, we got you.

- "You guys"?
- Wait a second.

You're not talking to
my brothers, are you?

- What?
- No.

Maybe. Yes.

But listen, hear me out.

I know you're in some
kind of fraternal fatwa

with those guys, and
I know what it's like.

I once sold my brother's
dog for a bag of crack.

Turned out to be geodes
from the science museum,

very valuable, not at all smoke-able.

But my point is this: it's
time for you to grow up.

We're talking to your brothers as well.

What'd they say?

They said they'll sit down
and talk about it if you will.

I don't fucking believe you.

It sounds suss.

- They said that?
- 100.

I'll get right to it, Charles.

I'm not one for bedside manner.

The scans are showing
you had two heart attacks.

Two?

Mild, but still heart attacks.

Excuse me, doc.

I didn't know it was
possible to have one,

let alone two heart attacks
and not even know it.

Well, think of your
heart like a fault line.

I'd rather not.

The big one could be
right around the bend.

You trying to scare me
straight or something?

- Somebody needs to.
- What's your diet like?

- I don't remember.
- I lost my appetite.

Stress?

Yeah, yeah, there's some.

This is definitely adding to it.

Family life?

Bit lonely, wish they
were here right now.

You're gonna be okay, Charles.

You're gonna need to
take a few months off.

Is that gonna be possible?

Can you say awkward?

I'm just thinking about
what you said this morning.

Just now?

Yeah, that's right and before.

Kinda all day.

So you've been obsessing?

No. I don't know.

What qualifies as an obsession?

Look, you better get your shit together,

because Odell's coming any minute.

- Odell?
- Yeah.

Wow, you guys are on a
first name basis, huh?

- With every client we're partnered with.
- Yeah, okay.

- Joe, stop it. It's a bad look.
- Yeah.

Why is he coming in anyway, huh?

Is he gonna fire us already?

- OBJ!
- Good to see you.

- Wow, love that outfit.
- Fuck off, Joe.

- Okay.
- You need to pay more attention to your work

and less on my 'fit.

There's no fucking progress reports,

not even a mood board.

You know I make one for every game?

- That's new information.
- We apologize.

Things have gotten a little delayed.

Listen, y'all, my shit
needs to run tight.

Absolutely.

That's why I was up all night
making this presentation.

Check this out.

Been burning the midnight oil

with the starchitect and designers.

Shit looks good.

Is that so fucking hard?

We're just getting started.

You know what?

Why don't we order in,
talk about it over dinner?

- Yeah, let's do that.
- Yeah.

I can make that. Sure.

Let's do it.

My dad always told me in
order to get what you want,

the first thing you need to do is ask.

It's simple but essential.

Is this call gonna have a happy ending,

or do I have to hit the
Orchids of Asia Day Spa?

I'd steer clear of the human
trafficking jokes if I were you.

You have the kind of face
that says "guilty as charged."

Damn straight I do,

and I don't apologize.

So, what's this vote gonna cost me?

Depends.

How badly do you want
that 18-game season?

All right, let's hear it.

♪ What's the matter with my brain ♪

♪ I can't think clear ♪

Now, didn't I tell you
they weren't gonna show up?

Didn't I tell you?

My brothers' words are as good as shit.

Mate, they're, like, three minutes late.

That's 180 seconds.

- Yeah, sucks to this shit.
- I'ma ghost.

- No.
- Okay, I'ma ghost.

- No, don't ghost.
- He's ghosting.

Wha...

♪ Conflicts get deaded ♪

♪ Gats in back of baseball caps ♪

♪ When I react ♪

♪ Six rascals'll have to get stacked ♪

♪ It's attack of the bald heads ♪

- 'Sup?
- Hey.

Yo.

You two showed up together?

Saw him outside.

You showed.

Appears that way.

These guys are clowns, huh?

Yeah.

- Drink?
- Why not?

- Iced teas.
- Three lemons.

You talk to Mom?

- Yeah, I talk to Mom.
- Why?

- She tell you something?
- I mean, this looks promising.

They're talking. That's a start.

Oh, you think I'm scared
to say shit to your face.

No, no, don't do this.

Don't put this on me, okay?

Oh, hey, ladies.

What's up, boys?

I'm Lamar.

- Lavar.
- And I'm Lazar.

- Let me guess.
- You're the youngest.

You're the oldest.

And you look like you
didn't get enough attention.

Keen insight.

Well, awareness is
the key to real wisdom.

Yeah, what's the key to making money?

All right, listen.

Y'all want something to
drink? We ordering right...

What's up, bro?

Oh, shit.

- Wait.
- Hold on, hold on, hold on.

- Wait a minute.
- That's my girl.

- You want these nerds to get stomped?
- No, this could be team-building.

Well, that's my little brother.

- Who'd he hit?
- Who'd he hit?

Okay, they're doing okay.

Taking you outside.

- Yes, bravo.
- Good, man?

We're good.

- Fight the power.
- Yeah.

Charles!

Benny, what the hell are you doing here?

Good news.

I just had two heart attacks,
so you gotta chill out

otherwise the news
ain't gonna stay good.

Oh, God, that's terrible.

- Yeah.
- Well, what's the good news?

Kamara is in.

What? Yes!

- Yes!
- Hey!

- Okay.
- Your heart, your heart.

Heart is good.

What happened?

He fired his agent.

Next time I come by,
you gotta have my office set up.

Nice flatty, stripper poles.

Oh, yeah, don't forget
the pics of my mom and dad.

Ha, what a good son you are.

- Thank you.
- I never forget where I came from.

- Fo' sho.
- Miami Beach.

Yeah, don't try so hard.

"Fo' sho".

Come on.

- All right, well, we did it.
- Okay.

- Good.
- I'm just gonna...

Yeah, yeah.

- Um, listen...
- Look.

- Okay.
- No, you go.

Oh, I was just gonna say

I... I don't want this
to be uncomfortable.

For me or for you?

Yeah, I was talking about me, for sure.

But yes, yes.

I'm sorry for putting
you in this position.

Joe, I'm a big girl, and
I appreciate the apology.

But you didn't put me in any position

I didn't wanna be put in,
and don't make a joke.

I'm not gonna make a joke,
even if it writes itself.

I can think of five.

You're a good guy, Joe.

Can I give you some
constructive criticism?

Yeah, sure.

Jealousy isn't cute.

In fact, it's a sign of weakness

and kind of just lame and gross.

- Noted.
- Come on, look around.

Self-esteem should not
be an issue of yours.

Oh, no, parents do that to you.

Yeah. Oh, they fucked me up.

Yeah.

Either way, underneath a
giant layer of insecurity,

you're a really brave, really solid guy.

But clearly, we're not a good fit.

So let's just get focused on the work

and do the best job we
can for OBJ and the others.

- Right.
- Okay?

- Yeah, all right.
- Deal.

- Okay.
- Yeah.

Should we shake on
it or... I don't know.

- High five.
- High...

Fist bump.

That was a lame pound.

- See you tomorrow.
- Just... I'll see you tomorrow.

- Okay, bye.
- Yeah.

Cheers.

- What are you looking for?
- Nothing.

I'm just checking out
the fucking bubbles.

Is that a problem?

Thanks.

Mmm.

All right, y'all.

The owners are voting on
a 18-game season tomorrow.

Are you nervous?

Oh, no, I'm just going
through a tough breakup.

- That's all.
- Oh.

And I'm building a
multi-million-dollar complex,

and I don't know anything
about construction, so...

Mm-hmm. Yeah, we're all
going through something.

Chin up, buttercup. Let's go.

All right.

18 games means two more weeks

throwing down with my boys.

Uh, that's more hurt on the players.

That's y'all's job, though, right?

- My man, what do you do?
- I sell phones, bro.

Now that's cool, man.

That's a really good, honest job.

But what if I told you
you had to work more days?

- To get paid?
- I'd do it.

Thought so.

Now what if I told you

that you're a coal miner or
a logger or an iron worker?

The more days you work,

the more risk you are
to lose like, a leg

or fall into a hot cauldron.

I guess I wouldn't be down.

I mean, these guys, they
just working-class people

bringing their hard
hats to work every day,

just like you.

- Thank y'all for listening.
- Joe!

We gonna hit y'all with the old school,

the new school, and the no school takes.

Next up is financial
guru, and Sports X CEO,

Mr. Joe Krutel.

- Oh!
- It's good to see you guys.

It's like a fucking Jackson
Browne concert in here.

- Jesus.
- Jackson who?

- Ah, come on, T.
- Diversify yourself.

Joe, you look good, man.

Tell the people why you're here.

What you been up to, man?

- Low-key dominating.
- Oh, word?

- Low-key, low-key.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- He's humble about it.
- Yeah, my company, Sports X,

is expanding in every
space that is a space,

total and holistic.

Just signed up OBJ.
Maybe you heard of him.

OBJ?

Oh, name drop. Big money.

I guess that means my former agent

and your partner's working out, huh?

Jason's doing great, yeah.

It's good to have him around.

He's working on all things

Patrick Mahomes right now.

That's the second name drop.

You just keep dropping 'em all.

What are you doing?

- Oh, I'm sorry.
- Am I a distraction?

Is our relationship getting in the way

of your precious sports radio time?

That is my partner who
is discussing the deal

that is gonna pay for our future.

- What future?
- Okay.

You know what? I know what this is.

I saw you digging through the tiramisu

like Indiana fucking Jones.

Listen, I...

I don't have a ring for you.

Who says I would even say yes now?

You're bluffing.

I don't even know if
I wanna get married,

much less to you.

In fact, I don't even know

if this relationship works at all.

Jesus, what the fuck are you doing?

Let's get married.

- Fuck you.
- No, come on.

- I'm serious.
- You're serious?

I'm fucking serious.

I thought you don't believe in marriage.

I don't, and it's never gonna work.

I just don't have the
energy to fight it anymore.

So if it's gonna fail, I
want it to fail with you,

because I fucking love you.

You're a fucking maniac.

I'm your maniac.

Is the deal done?

- Tell us!
- It's a safe space here, man.

- Okay, yeah, right.
- Okay.

This is what I'll tell ya.
The deal's almost done.

It's gonna be the biggest
contract in history.

- Whoo-whoo!
- Ooh.

Number three, people are
gonna lost their shit.

- Wow.
- Wow, we're going historical like you said.

So you saying is it, you know,

bigger than Danger-Russ?

- Oh, yeah.
- Bigger than Wince?

Yeah. Actually, you
know, the only reason

it wouldn't be bigger...

Oh, he's got the look in his eye.

- Oh, shit.
- He's got the look in his eye.

Break it down for us, brother.

That platform's yours. Break it down.

Spencer Strasmore is
a greedy fucking pig.

- Oh!
- He said it!

You heard it right here.
Joe Krutel said it.

Spencer, your boy.

Okay, since you're speaking freely,

my free brother, what do you think

Spencer thinks about
the new 18-game season?

I don't know how he feels.

I'm players only.

Oh, shit.

Get this man his honorary black card.

I've been waiting for my
application to be approved

for a long time.

- Candace.
- Oh, Spencer.

- You ready?
- What for?

To officially become
part of the machine.

Well, in order to fix something broke,

you gotta get inside it.

Bossman told me what
your asking price was:

lifetime healthcare.

Ambitious.

Well, if you're not being ambitious,
then you're not trying.

- The man of the hour.
- Bossman.

Shall we get this over with?

- Y'all on the same page?
- As long as it's mine.

You know, I'd liked to
address the owners first

before the healthcare vote.

In due time.

I'm sure they'll be
happy to hear from you.

Now let's begin.

There's been an ongoing dialogue

about schedule expansion.

In anticipation of the CBA,

it's time to for clarity and a consensus

regarding an 18-game schedule.

Lose two worthless preseason games

and add two more games to the schedule.

That's gonna antagonize the NFLPA.

We'll make it part of a bigger package.

That's a mistake.

All in favor of an
expanded schedule say "aye".

Aye.

Aye.

Well, there it is.

Congratulations to our fans.

That's good.

Shall we move on?

You have the floor.

We are the custodians of an institution.

We owe it to ourselves to look out

for that institution, but
that starts by looking out

for the people who
actually play the game.

Now our pension package
trails that of every pro sport.

And when you consider that
we're at $43,000 on average...

versus a $57,000 minimum with the NBA,

when our game is much more violent

and much more debilitating.

And trust me, I know
about that firsthand.

Jim Brown, Deacon Eller,

Dick Butkus, and Earl Campbell,
they deserve better.

They've earned the right
to be treated right.

And there's no reason why
any of our NFL veterans

should ever go broke or die lonely

trying to pay medical bills.

We're the gold standard.

We should act like it,

and we should never let our game

or our NFL veterans down... ever.

Thank you.

Your passion and
dedication to this issue is

inspiring and infectious.

And we're all excited to dive
into this venture with you.

But after some thoughtful discussion,

we decided we're gonna make sure

we're doing this the
right way for the players.

That's gonna mean postponing this vote

until we have time to really
do the right amount of research

that this deserves.

That's it.

Thank you, gentlemen and ladies.

Meeting adjourned.

Open the fucking window.

You gave me your word.

I told you I'd try and I did.

You used me.

Take care, Spencer.

You got a long season to
get your team ready for.

No, people don't just hand things over.

When they tell you no, you ask again.

When they still don't give it to you,

just gotta fucking take it.

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Where the fuck is Patrick?

Playing hide and seek.
I hide him, you seek him.

I'm on my way back to L.A. right now.

When I land, we're gonna
hammer out this deal.

You wanna make a fucking deal, bitch?

I'm waiting for you.

Some people are in a
constant state of conflict.

They need it to survive.

Mighty hero returns
with the spoils of war.

I love the radio show.
We want to make your show

a platform for bigger opportunities.

You trying to turn me into Steve Harvey?

For someone with a lot of
opinions, you ain't got no answers.

What's wrong with you, Charles?
You stressing out about your deal?

Others despise it, but no
matter how hard they try,

they can't avoid it.

- I had a couple heart attacks.
- What?!

Where do I stand? Do you need to ask?

The old guard is in charge.

And they're taking us
down a path that will end

with the demise of our great game.

The future of football is
with the players and the fans.