"I
am not a number, I'm a free man," bellowed the
Prisoner. Greedy sod, he should have been grateful,
because Coventry City striker Paul Williams is remembered
in the tomes of football folly by just a solitary letter.
Yes, one blessed letter.
THE
ERA OF THE KRYPTON FACTOR CONTRACT
IS HERE... MONDAY
28th JULY 2008
You'd
need to be a NASA scientist to work out
the complexities of some of the contracts
that get bandied about these days.
It seems
that with every new transfer there is
an innovative way of convoluting and reconstructing
what boils down to one thing - the selling
club getting as much lolly as possible.
We're all aware of sell-on clauses
and appearance-related sums relating to
both club and international starts, but
I read with interest this morning Everton's
audacious attempt to land Portuguese star
Joao Moutinho from Sporting Lisbon.
The Toffeemen had assembled £11.8million
bid for the 21-year-old midfielder who
is desperate for a move away from the
club. Now back in the day this would have
been a straight yes/no affair, but things
are all so different in 2008.
Firstly, the club turned down the offer,
but did so via a public statement confirming
that they didn't want the player to leave
... so quite why you'd broadcast that
clubs were bidding on him is beyond the
realms of reason. Or could it be a not-so-discrete
PR exercise to raise the player's price
even further? Oh listen to the cynic in
me ..
In addition, the Merseysiders added in
further wonga to the deal should they
make it to the Champions League - a token
empty gesture there then.
To confuse matters though, Moutinho has
a buy-out clause in his contract that
would be activated should anyone slap
an offer of £19.7million on the
table. No problem. But then, someone put
it into his deal that this can only be
exercised before June 15th of each year.
And then even if that
happened, the club confirms that "certain
requirements have to be met before any
deal can go through" - no doubt,
rolling six sixes on a dice, and kissing
a Chinaman on the head whilst reciting
the middle section of James Joyce's Ulysses
through an upturned traffic cone - at
dawn.