It has to end with him selling at a huge operating loss. He is clearly very frustrated that he is caught in a Catch 22 situation where he is losing £500k a month and cannot get what he wants to sell. It's a buyers game so he is going to have to get real sooner or later. Shame.
Roland needs to find a way to save face so he can extricate himself without being shown up as having failed.
Thus far he has not managed this and, in fact, has made life harder for himself with his manic pronouncements. Now everyone knows he is desperate to sell and will just wait.
At some stage the penny will drop and he will have to lower the price.
He will then invent a story explaining that this was his plan all along and that his ownership would have proved to be masterly ... if it hadn’t been for the staff, the fans, the managers, the players, the EFL, the media, and all the bloody foreigners.
More and more convinced it’ll end with the club closing down
You see Roland paying the former directors £7m in order to put the club out of business? No, neither do I.
Is he personally responsible for paying the debts then, even if he choses to liquidate the Club because he's already bailing it out to the tune of £1m per month?
It has to end with him selling at a huge operating loss. He is clearly very frustrated that he is caught in a Catch 22 situation where he is losing £500k a month and cannot get what he wants to sell. It's a buyers game so he is going to have to get real sooner or later. Shame.
Or we get promoted this season and he gets near what he wants.
What's preventing RD from rendering the club insolvent and pulling all funding? Is it the fact that he would be writing off £42m? If not, I am unclear why he would continue paying a penny. Is he legally obliged to do so?
If he stops paying the bills, he will lose the £65M he invested (includes purchase price).
He won't be able to redevelop The Valley or Sparrows Lane without a change of use (which he won't get).
The ex-directors still have a 1st charge over The Valley, so he would also need to pay off their £7M (if it's still that figure).
I still think the longer he holds on the more he loses and the reality may just be hitting home.
The weasel refuses to sell; we get promoted, he refuses to strengthen the team so we are relegated with least number of pints; this leads to spiral of successive relegations, eventually the club just disappears. He dies unrepentant; THE END.
1. Madness: Roly gets more and more divorced from reality. His rants become more frequent and more disturbing. Eventually the family cannot take it any more and have him sectioned. In a bid to keep him happy they choose the cheapest psychiatric hospital in Belgium. There are no straight jackets only duck tape, which all leads to hilarious consequences. To vote for this option, call +32 11 68 12 34 now.2. Murder: A gang of graffiti artists, intoxicated with the success of their recent wall-daubing antics, decide to take things a bit further by tattooing "No More Cock Ups, Roly" onto his private parts. Unfortunately for Roly, one of the gang decides that the best inks are always made of novichok. To vote for this option, call +32 11 68 12 34 now.
3. Misadventure: The daft old fool decides that Tango and Salsa are not doing it for him anymore. To spice up his love life he starts indulging in senile onanistic games involving a birthday cake, a role of duck tape, and a 10% discount voucher from his local supermarket. In a moment of supreme excitement he over-reaches himself and falls face first into the cake. His final moments are spent sniffing the cream off of a Wiggles caterpillar cake whilst the Belgian 20 unexpectedly arrive to sing Happy Birthday through his letterbox. To vote for this option, call +32 11 68 12 34 now.
Note to Erith Police. This is all a bit of a joke. You can't really request someone to be murdered by phoning for room service... or can you?
He will sell the club, not the holding company, for a quid, to one of 3 types of people.
1) A chancer, a spiv, if you will who has the gift of the gab but hasnt got a pot to piss in. We enter administration within 18 months, with no assets to mortgage against.
2) Someone like RM who has a bit of cash but not enough to move the football TEAM forward. The club is sold to another of the 3 options within 2 years.
3) Someone much cleverer than him who manages to reduce the wage bill to a more manageable level, get promoted, momentum surges through the club and we sneek into the prem. They then buy the Holdings for the price originally agreed and a golden area of CAFC begins.
1. Madness: Roly gets more and more divorced from reality. His rants become more frequent and more disturbing. Eventually the family cannot take it any more and have him sectioned. In a bid to keep him happy they choose the cheapest psychiatric hospital in Belgium. There are no straight jackets only duck tape, which all leads to hilarious consequences. To vote for this option, call +32 11 68 12 34 now.2. Murder: A gang of graffiti artists, intoxicated with the success of their recent wall-daubing antics, decide to take things a bit further by tattooing "No More Cock Ups, Roly" onto his private parts. Unfortunately for Roly, one of the gang decides that the best inks are always made of novichok. To vote for this option, call +32 11 68 12 34 now.
3. Misadventure: The daft old fool decides that Tango and Salsa are not doing it for him anymore. To spice up his love life he starts indulging in senile onanistic games involving a birthday cake, a role of duck tape, and a 10% discount voucher from his local supermarket. In a moment of supreme excitement he over-reaches himself and falls face first into the cake. His final moments are spent sniffing the cream off of a Wiggles caterpillar cake whilst the Belgian 20 unexpectedly arrive to sing Happy Birthday through his letterbox. To vote for this option, call +32 11 68 12 34 now.
Note to Erith Police. This is all a bit of a joke. You can't really request someone to be murdered by phoning for room service... or can you?
1. Madness: Roly gets more and more divorced from reality. His rants become more frequent and more disturbing. Eventually the family cannot take it any more and have him sectioned. In a bid to keep him happy they choose the cheapest psychiatric hospital in Belgium. There are no straight jackets only duck tape, which all leads to hilarious consequences. To vote for this option, call +32 11 68 12 34 now.2. Murder: A gang of graffiti artists, intoxicated with the success of their recent wall-daubing antics, decide to take things a bit further by tattooing "No More Cock Ups, Roly" onto his private parts. Unfortunately for Roly, one of the gang decides that the best inks are always made of novichok. To vote for this option, call +32 11 68 12 34 now.
3. Misadventure: The daft old fool decides that Tango and Salsa are not doing it for him anymore. To spice up his love life he starts indulging in senile onanistic games involving a birthday cake, a role of duck tape, and a 10% discount voucher from his local supermarket. In a moment of supreme excitement he over-reaches himself and falls face first into the cake. His final moments are spent sniffing the cream off of a Wiggles caterpillar cake whilst the Belgian 20 unexpectedly arrive to sing Happy Birthday through his letterbox. To vote for this option, call +32 11 68 12 34 now.
Note to Erith Police. This is all a bit of a joke. You can't really request someone to be murdered by phoning for room service... or can you?
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The other National League south clubs will relished playing at the valley even if it's only the lower west and the Roland Duchatelet stand open.
Thus far he has not managed this and, in fact, has made life harder for himself with his manic pronouncements. Now everyone knows he is desperate to sell and will just wait.
At some stage the penny will drop and he will have to lower the price.
He will then invent a story explaining that this was his plan all along and that his ownership would have proved to be masterly ... if it hadn’t been for the staff, the fans, the managers, the players, the EFL, the media, and all the bloody foreigners.
He won't be able to redevelop The Valley or Sparrows Lane without a change of use (which he won't get).
The ex-directors still have a 1st charge over The Valley, so he would also need to pay off their £7M (if it's still that figure).
I still think the longer he holds on the more he loses and the reality may just be hitting home.
The audience chooses the ending...
1. Madness: Roly gets more and more divorced from reality. His rants become more frequent and more disturbing. Eventually the family cannot take it any more and have him sectioned. In a bid to keep him happy they choose the cheapest psychiatric hospital in Belgium. There are no straight jackets only duck tape, which all leads to hilarious consequences. To vote for this option, call +32 11 68 12 34 now.2. Murder: A gang of graffiti artists, intoxicated with the success of their recent wall-daubing antics, decide to take things a bit further by tattooing "No More Cock Ups, Roly" onto his private parts. Unfortunately for Roly, one of the gang decides that the best inks are always made of novichok. To vote for this option, call +32 11 68 12 34 now.
3. Misadventure: The daft old fool decides that Tango and Salsa are not doing it for him anymore. To spice up his love life he starts indulging in senile onanistic games involving a birthday cake, a role of duck tape, and a 10% discount voucher from his local supermarket. In a moment of supreme excitement he over-reaches himself and falls face first into the cake. His final moments are spent sniffing the cream off of a Wiggles caterpillar cake whilst the Belgian 20 unexpectedly arrive to sing Happy Birthday through his letterbox. To vote for this option, call +32 11 68 12 34 now.
Note to Erith Police. This is all a bit of a joke. You can't really request someone to be murdered by phoning for room service... or can you?
1) A chancer, a spiv, if you will who has the gift of the gab but hasnt got a pot to piss in. We enter administration within 18 months, with no assets to mortgage against.
2) Someone like RM who has a bit of cash but not enough to move the football TEAM forward. The club is sold to another of the 3 options within 2 years.
3) Someone much cleverer than him who manages to reduce the wage bill to a more manageable level, get promoted, momentum surges through the club and we sneek into the prem. They then buy the Holdings for the price originally agreed and a golden area of CAFC begins.
Don't hold your breath on number 3.