What you need to know is that I am a Tottenham Hotspur fan and have been since long, long before the grubby business practice of corporate sponsorship. I love my Spurs not BECAUSE of Barclays Wank, but in spite of it. I don’t need the thanks of Barclays for supporting my team. Hell, those nauseating ads thanking supporters are so bad that I honestly want to vomit every time I see them. I don’t need Barclays to offer me a super exciting deal of my local side playing at WHL to “thank me” for my support. In fact, I abhor the liaison and all it means.

The propensity of the Premier League to take their money is something to be ashamed of, not proud of. The PL has supped with the devil and the devil has taken its soul. The fact that every time you watch footie on the telly you get “sold” Barclays is disgusting.

In another moment of corporate greed and cynical advantage seeking I got “sold” to Barclays Wank on another, much more personal level a few years back (I've complained about this sort of thing on these pages before) and sadly because of my financial situation I am powerless to remove myself from their vice-like grip until I am in receipt of a wage. Not many financial institutions will have anything to do with people with no income… well unless they are debt rescheduling companies or sky-high interest payday loan companies. Believe me when I say that I will be out of their door like s*it off a shovel as soon as my first pay check comes in. (*If* my first pay check comes in.) The only slight crumb of comfort in the whole sorry saga from my point of view is that Barclays probably had no idea that they had bought someone who has absolutely no money whatsoever.

So, for once and for all will you understand that there probably isn’t a single fan out there in the country who wants or needs to be thanked by Barclays Wank for their loyalty to their team. Oh and Barclays, you may think you own me but you'll never, ever have access to my heart or my soul!

Sorry folks, rant over, normal service resumed tomorrow.