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[jmo]

Right, I'm thinking that based on comments on here it stands for 'Jimmy Must Go' or something along those lines.

[rednek]

Surely the final results were that we finished 4th in Spl, 2 semi's and last 32 of uefa?

[Kowalski]

surely results are the final outcome, hence the reason they're called "results"?

 

Yep.

4th place in the SPL, 2 cup semis, last 32 of the UEFA cup.  Better than last 7 or 8 seasons.  Probably.

[brownie]

Ive just realised how negative some of you are on here.

 

Its not always been that way.

Some folk got punted from KKK Chat came here and are now trying to get the rest of us doomed up.

 

As someone has already said, its the same lines trotted out almost every day.

[rednek]

Im sure most of us would have taken that if offered it at the start of the season and called it a good succesful season.

[rednek]

Fair one jagerdeen. We should be winning every trophy and if we dont beat manu/chelsea or barca along the way its a shocking season.

[brownie]

Stop accepting mediocrity!!! Just cos we improved on last season is not acceptable 

 

Unless we finish 3rd after a fight till the last day of next season and lift both cups, beating both the old firm along the way in both competitions - we are going backwards 

 

(just kidding obviously  )

 

Its not about accpeting mediocrity, its about coming onto a website and reading the same folk trot out the same stuff day efter day.

 

Some folk want Jimmy to go which is fair enough, some folk want him to stay which again is fair enough. Just dont expect folk to actually want to read the same well rehearsed lines season in season out.

[rocket_scientist]

Jimmy Calderwood is not the problem. However, some people don't believe there is a problem. That is a problem.

[Kowalski]

Jimmy Calderwood is not the problem. However, some people don't believe there is a problem. That is a problem.

 

Yep, only one man has overseen the last decade's shambles!

[Andrew]

Jimmy Calderwood is not the problem. However, some people don't believe there is a problem. That is a problem.

 

I am guessing you believe there is a problem. What is the problem?

[BobbyBiscuit]

Surely the final results were that we finished 4th in Spl, 2 semi's and last 32 of uefa?

 

but that's only "successful" to a select few, that's my point, and you seem to be missing it by miles.

 

Aberdeen did well to get through the group, but that's all. I can not, and will not, get excited about a series of draws mixed with a couple of pumpings. The win against Copenhagen was great, but the rest still remains.

 

 

[rocket_scientist]

I am guessing you believe there is a problem. What is the problem?

 

I'm guessing that you do NOT believe that there is a problem?

 

[Kowalski]

I can not, and will not, get excited about a series of draws mixed with a couple of pumpings.

 

Neither can I, but the point being raised was that the history books will show the end results.  In 10 years time, nobody (apart from Stoney) will be discussing allegedly playing 4-6-0 against Kilmarnock.

[Andrew]

I'm guessing that you do NOT believe that there is a problem?

 

 

I am waiting for your reply too:

 

I am guessing you believe there is a problem. What is the problem?

 

Then I will decide if there is a problem or not.

[BobbyBiscuit]

Neither can I, but the point being raised was that the history books will show the end results.  In 10 years time, nobody (apart from Stoney) will be discussing allegedly playing 4-6-0 against Kilmarnock.

 

Yeah, exactly, results, not opinions or formations. And results were arrevage (so said the Grauniad  ) and performances were "**^%$^^%^*  **&^**" said Stoney. 

[rocket_scientist]

Andrew. Have you read the Pulp Fitba I wrote in January? It will answer your question. If you want, I can PM it to you.

 

EDIT: OK. He hasn't. Here it is for anyone else who hasn't seen it. It's in 2 parts... PULP FITBA - PART 1 OF 2

 

SCENE: Telephone call from Willie Miller to Sir Alex Ferguson where Willie expresses concern at the declining gates, which he reckons are as a result of woeful inconsistency on the park, players who struggle to complete even 50% of passes, too many sitters missed, ridiculous mistakes and sliced clearances, good players having more awful days than good, and a general lack of entertaining fitba, especially away from home. He also says that in his opinion, the support has ridiculously high expectations and he simply doesn’t know what to do, and asks for any suggestions.

 

Sir Alex clears his throat, says how pwwoud he was of his time with AFC, and reminisces with Willie about the 80’s before concluding: “Don’t worry Willie. I’m on the muthaphucker. Get back in there and chill the Chairman out, and wait for the Wolf who will be coming directlyâ€.

 

WM, thinking that he might have got the benefit the odd word of wisdom, or a day trip from an ex mucker or “fitba consultant†like Archie Knox or someone, says: “You sending the wolf? Sheeit Sir Alex, that’s all you had to say!â€

 

 

SCENE:  Todders front entrance. Guy looking like an exact replica of Harvey Keitel rings the bell, Steward comes to the door.

 

WW (in California drawl): “You must be Stewart right, I’m Winston Wolf. I solve problemsâ€.

Steward: “Naw, I’m Dod. It’s Stewarty Milne ye’re efter†and leads him inside, up the stairs and to the Chairman’s office, where Stewart Milne, Willie Miller and Jimmy Calderwood are all present.

 

WW: “Stewart, I’m Winston Wolf, I solve problemsâ€.

SM: “That’s good. We got some.â€

WW: “so I heard…which makes you Willie, and you Jimmy, am I right?â€. They both nod in assent, and JC’s wondering how he knew they weren’t the other way around.

WW: “From what I know, the clock is ticking. Attendances are down, fans aren’t optimistic of the future or happy with the players, the team is not consistent on the park, and the Chairman, Director of Football and the Manager are getting criticism thrown their way. If I’m right, we’ve only got the next few months to turn it around otherwise the deserting droves may be irrecoverable.

JC: “Ermm, yes, but we’re still in 4 competitions this year.â€

WW: “Listen buster, I wasn’t talking to you. Don’t feed me positive spin on a problem situation. Just shut up and listenâ€, and turns to the chairman to continue… “You said at the AGM at the Capitol over 10 years ago that the product was the priority, and that getting it right on the pitch was the most important part. From what I understand, you’re a builder right, and got control of this club from the Donald family not as a result of the fans support, which you would have certainly got based on that priority and mandate, but by business dealings and general skullduggery. I hear that your real priority is building a new stadium, and that you never attended this stadium to watch soccer until you spotted the opportunity at around the time the RDS was being built. But I digress. The players on the pitch is what I need to fix on right now... your role in this can wait…â€

 

and turning to JC and WM, says

“Gentleman, we have to talk to the players first and let them know what we’re thinking, and get their buy-in to the solution. You two, we’ll come back to later on, but you’ve got a bunch of players in a cold dressing room, with no toaster and no kettle, waiting for a meeting they know nothing about. Take me to them.â€

 

JC whimpers, his cheeks and jowls wobbling gently as if in a gentle breeze, even though there is not a breath of wind in the chairmans office… (obviously) “A please would be niceâ€.

WW: “Excuse me? I’m not hear to say please, fatso. If I talk fast it’s because I think fast and I act fast. If my help’s not appreciated, lots of luck gentlemen, but if self-preservation is an instinct you possess, then you’ll do it and do it quick. Now pretty please, with sugar on top, take me to the f ucking playersâ€.

 

 

SCENE: JC and WM leading WW from the chairman’s office, down numerous corridors and offices housing more staff than the business of running a football club could reasonably require, to a door marked “HOMEâ€. WW stops the two of them before the door and says:

“In here gentlemen, I do the talking. You were the best player ever at this club, right, and you, spacehopper laroo, I know you’re their boss, but for the duration, you shut the f uck up. Is that understood?â€.

 

JC looks to protest, shakes his shoulders and arms like a weegie who thinks he’s a hard man, but who quite patently is not, and starts in an aggressive tone: “Here listen, Ah’m…â€

 

WW grabs him by the throat and pins him against the wall.

WM is shocked but powerless to react. He’s heard of Sir Alex’s secret weapon and the Wolf’s reputation goes before him. It was the Wolf who enabled the drinking culture at Old Trafford to be eliminated, it was said that the Wolf had even nobbled Kevin Keegan’s shrink in the 90’s, resulting in an infamous outburst live on Sky. The Wolf had been behind caging Neale Cooper for a week and using psychological warfare tactics before letting him loose at Todders against Celtic’s pin-up Charlie Nicholas, resulting in the all time quickest ever booking. Willie had heard that the Wolf was most recently involved in sorting out the most recent excesses of the Man Yoo players, making sure (in the press at any rate) that their most valuable asset was not present, and ensuring distance and no long term damage to the first team squad. His growing reputation means the Wolf is now working worldwide on much diverse problem-fixing, including, famously documented in a movie, removing a body from a house outside of which there was indeed no sign saying “dead nigger storageâ€. The Wolf’s other current assignment for Sir Alex is to dispel the “Christiano’s a poof†theory, partly coming from the fall out of his being the only one not being associated with the rape, general women-abuse and debauchery in December, and partly as a result that his mooth looks like it has a preference. You may have seen the Wolf’s work in this regard recently in the tabloids, pretending that Ronaldo uses female hookers.

 

Holding JC against the wall, the hapless manager’s face is turning red, orange, and then orange again.

 

WW: “I’ve already told you twice, you blubbering piece of s hit. I should pump 1903 bullets in to that stomach of yours if you want to know I’m serious, but I don’t want to scare the young boys in there with you dripping the odd bit of blood and all. If I have to tell you again, I’ll cap one in your face.â€

 

 

SCENE: Inside the dressing room. Total silence. The first team squad are sitting on the benches, WW is standing holding centre (sorry, center) court. WM and JC behind him, JC nursing his neck, his face having now reverted to a shade of orange. The players are silent, and they’re all looking at the Wolf. The Wolf raises his hand slowly, finger pointed, and rests the direction of his gaze, and his point, at the Giraffe.

 

WW: “You boy, why is this team not firing on all cylinders?â€

Zander gulps, shivers slightly, and figures that lying to this character would be an exercise in futility, then stammers out his response: “We don’t like the spacehopper. He speaks a lot of rubbish and disnae have a clue about tactics. He picks on us and bullies us around, and gets Sandy and Jimmy Nick to dae his dirty work. Look at him. He’s won nuthin in his life, and doesnae have the self-discipline to keep aff the pies. He’s an erseâ€.

 

The rest of the players are aghast, and are now looking even more terrified. JC’s face is turning orange. Willie Miller does not know what to do, and wonders if this is anything to do with him, or whether he’ll get out of this OK, with his job and salary intact.

 

WW: “Does that go for the lot of you?â€

Nobody says a thing. Silence still. Turning to Barry Nicholson, the Wolf says “Do you respect your manager?â€.

BN (trembling): “Aye well, the gaffer was awright at Dunfermline cos we weren’t meant to win but here it’s different. The Giraffe supports the Celtic so he wants to win stuff but I’m happy with the gaffer, he never gives me the shite he gives the others but yeah but no but yeah but no but yeah but no but but but…†before drifting off into an incoherent ramble, paralysed by fear.

 

WW: “And you boy, what do you have to say?â€, pointing at Seve.

SS (not trembling, coolest player on the benches): “Aye, the gaffers a bit of an erse, but he’s no the only reason why the team’s not doin it. Look at that muppet…†(pointing to Richie Byrne) “and that one†(pointing at - insert your least favourite Don) “we’re no gonna win nuthin wi them getting a gameâ€.

 

WW gets into Richard Fosters face and says “What do you say?â€.

RF: “Sorry, can you repeat the questionâ€.

 

Willie Miller pipes in, as the Wolf’s face was discernibly taking on a crimson hue: “That one’s no the brightest, Mr Wolf, you’ll no get much sense oot o himâ€.

 

WW (addressing them all): “OK, here’s what you’re gonna do. You bastards are going to play week in, week out, as if it’s for your lives. Period. You train hard, you work hard, and you play hard. Now let me get this straight - Play hard means on the pitch. If we find you out boozing more than you should, there’ll be big trouble. And another thing, if I hear of any of you making slander, at any time, against spacehopper laroo here, then I’ll be getting a couple of homeys over to make sure you’ll be living the rest of your short-assed life in agonising pain. We’re gonna get medieval on your ass. Only I get to slag the Tangoman, and only if I decide to, and only if it’s appropriate to do so. You keep your personal feelings to yourselfâ€.

 

The Wolf points at Darren Mackie and says “What did I just say�

DM: “You said work hard, leave the gaffer alone, and…â€

 

The wolf turns away from Darren, having been distracted by Jamie Langfield and shouts – “You listenin to me, hillbilly boy?â€

 

Clangers forgot to switch off his ipod, and is jerking his head slightly from side to side, listening to Jocko Homo by Devo, going through the back catalogue of Stiff Records. He hasn’t got a clue what’s going on, totally unaware that this particular mistake of his may be a tad more costly than usual (to him, not to anyone else).

 

JL (singing in an Akron, Ohio weirdo accent): “Are we not men…â€

 

The Wolf takes out his piece, unloads in Clangers face, and turns to Darren Mackie: “Oh I’m sorry, did I disturb your concentration? You were saying?â€

 

DM looks up to the Wolf from Clangers twitching dying body lying prostrate on the deck. Darren’s eyes are wide open, but more in intelligent realisation than fear: “Work hard and don’t have a go at the gaffer, unlessâ€.

 

WW: “Unless what�

DM: “Unless you do it firstâ€.

WW: “Spoken like a true professionalâ€.

 

Derek Soutar’s salivating and licking his lips, but the rest of them aren’t showing much emotion about the demise of their first-choice keeper. If anything though, the mood has lifted with the Wolf’s sudden and unexpected execution of the fumbling fool.

 

The Wolf turns to WM and JC: “Gentlemen, our business is finished here. Back to the Chairman’s office. Thank you gentlemenâ€, and starts towards the door.

 

Soutar gets up and approaches the Wolf: “Can I just say, it was a pleasure watching you workâ€. The Giraffe also gets up and shakes his hand and says “Yes, thanks, Mr Wolf. You’ve been very helpfulâ€.

 

WW, turning to JC: “See that, that is Respect. Just because you are a character does not mean you have character. Respect has to be earned.â€

 

[rocket_scientist]

PULP FITBA PART 2 of 2

 

SCENE: Back in the Chairman’s office. As the three men enter, SM was tending to one of his four wigs, now unused, but maintained just in case his insecurity returns. Four so he can alternate between them (they all have slightly lengthened fringes) and thereby being able to pretend that he has just had a haircut, like normal people do. His cunning ploy was to switch from the longest to the shortest overnight, adorning the other two hairpieces in the intervening two weeks of his deceptive four week cycle.

 

WW: “Stewart, it’s quite simple. This is not rocket science. Number One, certain players don’t have respect for each other. That’s understandable. I’ve been told that your club doesn’t have the largest resources to add quality players, and in the absence of any passion or ambition from the top to focus primarily on team-building as opposed to stadium-building, you’re bound to be carrying a few underperformers within the ranks. Number Two, Spacehopper here has some credibility issues with the players. That’s understandable too. Look at him. Listen to him, and particularly when he says sloppy. So let me deal with these two issues in seriatim. That’s Latin by the way. We did Latin in Santa Monica High. Well I did. Most of the homies were getting high whilst I was I was getting wise, but that’s not an area in which we need to disgress. As I said, the clocks ticking, right, so let’s get it fixed. By the way…†pointing at Willie Miller  “What does he do. Why is he here?â€

 

SM: “In the first couple of years after I took control, the fans were blaming me for football matters, and I was way out of my depth. I couldn’t care less about the stupid game but had to find a way to deflect the heat. By appointing their favourite ever player in charge of football affairs, I was left to get on with my real vocation, my proper job. Pretty clever eh?â€

 

WW: “Whatever. Let’s get down to brass tacks, gentlemen, which if you do exactly as I say, when I say it, will get us safely out of Dodge. Firstly, your uncle Marcellus and Uncle Sir Alex have the best interests of this club at heart, and the first thing you need is some moneyâ€.

 

Stwearty’s lugs prick up and eyes light up as the Wolf removes a roll of banknotes from his troosers and starts unrolling a wedge.

WW: “Are you a Millionaire Mr Chairman?â€

SM: “Noâ€

WW: “Well your Uncle Marcellus is, and in order to get some quality into this team, you need to spend this wiselyâ€.

 

He hands Stewarty the equivalent of £1m in Dollars, enough for the annual salaries of a small number of excellent players at today’s market rates. Stewart Milne, aware of the extreme violence that the Wolf and his associates are capable of, was feeling particularly pleased with himself and had already composed his defence as he takes the wedge in his grasping paw. Should it ever come up that the chairman had lied to the Wolf, and therefore vicariously to Uncle Marcellus - a man of exceptional inventiveness in the methods of his revenge-extraction techniques (apart form the time he simply threw Tony Rocky Horror over the edge) - he could defend himself as Winston Wolf only asked if he was a millionaire, not a multi-millionaire.

 

WW: “And as for the fat man here, he needs to be assessed and managed properly. As you are not capable or interested in doing this yourself, I’m going to recommend you get someone who can. However, in view of the inconsistency of the team, the destructive attitudes in the dressing room, both to each other and to the manager, you may well need to get a better manager if you want the missing thousands to return. And just in case you do, take thisâ€.

 

He hands SM a further wedge of dollar bills, totalling approximately £120,000.

 

WW: “On top of the salary you’re already paying blubberman, plus the salary you’ll save by getting rid of Mr-too-bitter-a-personality-with-a-dreadful-business-and-management-record-and-does-nothing-good-around-here-anyway here, will guarantee you have the most sought after manager’s position in Scottish Soccer. I can’t help observing that by reducing your non-football staff levels to anywhere under 450 might save a shed load of money too, thereby permitting further investment in the priority – the team on the park. You got loads of non-productives round this place!â€

 

Willie Miller is seething. He has a pained expression, as if he’s trying to hud in a bad curry fae that place in Brig street that serves them occasionally, but knows there is nothing he can do. To try and defend himself would be to lie, to deny the existence of truth as a concept, and whilst he did not consider that the Wolf was a philosopher per se, he had enough knowledge of what the inevitable outcome would be, of crossing WW, in philosophical matters or otherwise. The Shakespearian irony on Willie’s tongue, was burning like an acrid acidic aftertaste, such as you might expect from an Asda Brig o Dee grapefruit, although there was nothing aftertaste about his present discomfort. It was he who had set this ball rolling by calling in assistance from his former guvner, Sir Alex, and it was looking like he might turn out to be a casualty. He was about to allow his tortured mind to roam into irrelevant perusals such as the consideration of why the English bard should have a monopoly on irony, when he was abruptly taken back to the situation.

 

WW: “Listen Mr Miller. I respect you and all, as a player, but the problem round here is strictly one of management. You saw for yourself the problems in the dressing room, and if you were not aware of this, then you certainly should have been. Your manager is not a superstar, although he’s achieving an excellent level of mediocrity in the performance and consistency of the players. I understand that you get what you pay for et cetera, that’s Latin too by the way, but as far as I can see, you’re contributing very little. Your future is not my concern, but if you do have one here, utilise your efforts wisely and try to ensure that these fans who once adored you don’t come to hate your guts.â€

 

He turns to JC, who’s face is now orange, and in a surprisingly gentle tone, offers these words of encouragement:

 

WW: “Listen spacehopper laroo, you got problems. You’ve not been blessed with much, but you’re doing fantastic to be receiving a wage. I wouldn’t personally enter a taxi being driven by you, but its not my call. You have to grow some intelligence between now and the end of the season. Can I suggest you stop sounding your opinions about everything in Tuesday’s P & J for a start. Obviously you are illiterate and have a ghost-writer but it’s obviously your pisch that comes out. Who do you think is interested in what you have to say about tennis, golf or synchronised pygmy-wanking? Concentrate on your job. You have to learn how to inspire the players, so lose some weight. Set an example. Learn what is required. Read your job-description. You will be judged on the size of the crowd, and that will be determined by how well you do your job. As you’ve just seen, I’ve just given the chairman enough cash to replace you in a heartbeat, so let’s start right now. The clock is ticking. Make it work for you. The players need to respect you and each other. I’ve given you the funds so you can improve the squad, so pretty please, with a pie on top, do your f ucking jobâ€.

 

Turning to the chairman, WW looks him straight in the nose. The direction of the reflected sunlight from the chairman’s pate (no, not the goose liver kind) made eye-contact temporarily impossible.

 

WW: “You know what, Chairman? This is all self-funding. If you up the quality of the player and ensure they’re being managed correctly, the average attendances increase, you get more money through the turnstile, more interest in the club, more opportunities to make money. Like I said, its not rocket-science. Today, to help fix your problems, I started at the bottom, with the players. I normally start at the top. I’ll be back for a follow-up visit. If you don’t get your act together, and continue to renege on your responsibilities, not to mention failing to focus on what these fans want, which you yourself spoke about in the Capitol at the first public shareholder meeting when you were a Number Two, then I’ll have to deal with you myself. Gentlemen, lots of luckâ€.

 

Unlike the thanks and general appreciation being felt from the players, on this occasion, as Winston Wolf was exiting the building, there was nothing said. Messrs Milne, Miller and Calderwood simply stood there and silently contemplated their futures.

 

EDITS: No person, animal or film, real or fictitious, has been referred to and any resemblance to persons, animals, films or persons with similar names, living, dead or soon to be dead, are purely coincidental. No goalkeepers were harmed during the making of this piece.

 

Stand Free.

 

Directed by: Quentin Scientologist

January 2008

 

[Andrew]

So according to R_S the problems are:

Willie Miller is not doing anything

JC does not get respect from the players

SM is not giving enough cash to JC

SM is only chairman to make cash

 

Is that right?

[BobbyBiscuit]

So according to R_S the problems are:

Willie Miller is not doing anything

JC does not get respect from the players

SM is not giving enough cash to JC

SM is only chairman to make cash

 

Is that right?

 

You actually read all that?

[Andrew]

You actually read all that?

 

Yea, don't really know why I did.

 

[rocket_scientist]

So according to R_S the problems are:

Willie Miller is not doing anything

JC does not get respect from the players

SM is not giving enough cash to JC

SM is only chairman to make cash

 

Is that right?

 

The problem is simple. The results for over a decade is the problem, IN MY OPINION.

 

You don't think there is a problem, perhaps. Others certainly don't see any problem.

 

That piece tried, in a weird kind of way to identify the reasons for the one and only problem.

 

Before discussing the reasons for a problem, you have to agree that there is one. Some Dons fans don't. That is a problem, IN MY OPINION.

[rocket_scientist]

Where's Part 3:The Solution ?

 

There is no solution whilst Aberdeen fans do not see a problem.

 

The club ran some awful spin about our supposed "unrealistic expectations" and the "new generation" of Dons fans, and some have argued that their strategy was aimed to be divisive, but whatever Willie Miller says, and to be fair to him, he ditched that line in recent times, we have not had acceptable results the whole time Milne has had the club by the balls. Even Calderwood was heard trotting out the same lines until a few months ago, and at least he had the intelligence to react by not criticising players all the time, after the P & J launched two separate "attacks" with double pages of letters they had been storing up from readers.

 

The problem is patent to some of us, and not to others.

 

There is no solution, unless our chairman and our board suddenly develop an ambition to compete, to be the best that we can be, and to recruit the right people in the right places, and support those people with a budget that reflects a minimum ambition that the fans have.

 

For the record, I think our ambition should be to be at least 3rd in the SPL, and with a cup final three times a decade minimum.

 

 

EDIT: that was clever J. How did you wipe your post from the record?

[BobbyBiscuit]

The problem is simple. The results for over a decade is the problem

 

Absolutely right. But the problems within that come to the fore. A string of mediocre results become brilliant results, good results become excellent results.  Mediocre players become great players, good players become legends. Some fans shake their heads and remember when this club played real football (not that long ago). Some fans remember the garbage and are thankful for the small mercies. Other fans have never had anything to remember at all.  That's really when mediocre becomes good.  And it's not what this club needs. The club, and in particular the first XI right now, need a couple of big players, a couple of big signings.  easier said than done, unfortunately.

[rocket_scientist]

bb, my son is 17 and has never seen Aberdeen be a competitive force in the SPL. He loved this season, but knows the history of the club and believes that we can do much better and still go's week in, week out in that hope. However, even he doesn't think that we have great players, and much as he hopes for a better future, is not unrealistic about how much better we could potentially be. We could do miles better, with the resources we could have, but the club has done a great job of alienating its fans, by shite performances and even worse PR.

[rocket_scientist]

Apologies R_S - I started reading back through yer story and actually thought you had answered my question at the end of it.

 

Your expectation/ambition levels don't seem very high - 3rd in the league and 3 finals a decade - we're not that far off that just now.

 

Minimum ambition i.e. anything less is a failure.

 

Bobbybiscuit wrote a good piece about expectation and winner mentality, which is what I agree with totally. Could you post it up bb? It is relevant to this debate.

 

We've been in one final since 1995 I think, when we got humped 4-0 with Winters in goal. The results have been tragic. I reckon if Milne invested our total profit from this year alone, that would be enough to guarantee competitiveness against fairly average and uninspiring OF teams just now, and with a winner mentality (impossible under JC, he's a born loser), we could split the OF at the very least.