Hove Seagull
Well-known member
I'll write it in really small, simple words for you:
There were all these chaps, right, and they liked watching football. Their team was Brighton. They used to go all the time, and had a lovely time, with their friends. They'd have a beer, rock up at the stadium, pay a few pounds, and cheer on their team.
One day, a bad man came along, promised to help the club, but actually stole their stadium, and sold it to build a toyshop.
The club could have gone out of business, and very nearly did, but just clung on to life, playing at a borrowed stadium, some 80 miles away. The group of friends were sad, because they didn't get to follow their Saturday ritual anymore. One of them still went, and a couple of others went now and again, but it was difficult.
Then, two years later, a way was found, to move the club back to Brighton. This was great, but it wasn't back to a proper ground, but to the place years previously, where the group of chums used to have their school sports day. There were some temporary seats, and some portaloos, but ultimately it was still a low-grade athletics track. It was novel though, and a few of the freinds went again more often. It wasn't like before though - they couldn't decide on the day, as it wasn't allowed, to buy a ticket at the game. And there was no roof, so if the weather was bad, it wasn't very nice.
And the team were not very good, as the directors had decided that the club should only employ players that they could actually afford to pay, unlike some other naughty clubs, who just cheated.
A few years later a lifelong fan of the club, who had been propping things up financially for some time, decided the time was right to take full control. He started, by investing a large sum of money, in the form of an unsecured interest free loan, to build the team a proper football stadium. He also employed a clever man to manage the team.
The team got better, and when they moved to their shiny new stadium, they were playing in a higher league. There was lots of excitement around the city, and all the groups of old freinds got chatting and decided that they missed the old days, and that now there was a decent standard of football to watch, in appropriate surroundings, thet they should start attending regularly again. A couple of people in this circle of friends asked if a new pal could come along too, who'd only taken a passing interest previously. "Of course" said the others, "the more the merrier".
So many of these groups of pals wanted to come, that after one year, the nice owner had to pay to install lots more seats, in the nice new stadium, but they all got sold too, before they'd even been fitted.
The end.
Perfect!