Be Careful What You Wish For

Be Careful What You Wish For

Simon Jordan

Language: English

Pages: 416

ISBN: 0224091824

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


An explosive insight into the previously unseen world of football club ownership by one of the game's most-recognisable figures.
     Ever dreamed of owning your own boyhood football club?

Simon Jordan grew up a stone's throw from Crystal Palace Football Club. As a boy he used to break into the Palace ground for a kick-about on the hallowed turf. On leaving school he entered the mobile phone business. By the age of thirty-two, he'd built a company from nothing, sold it for £75 million and bought his childhood club. By the age of forty-two Palace was in administration and Jordan had lost nigh on everything.

Be Careful What You Wish For lifts the lid on the owner's story and reveals for the first time how the national game really works. Jordan spares no one, least of all himself, as he takes us inside a world where hopes and aspirations sit alongside greed, self-interest, overpriced players, dodgy transfers and top-level incompetence. He doesn't hold back.

Breathtakingly honest, highly controversial, humorous and full of jaw-dropping anecdotes, Be Careful What You Wish For is far more than a football book. It is a social commentary on the culture of great wealth and ambition; a Shakespearean tragedy that exposes the dark side of chasing a dream.

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an 80/20 split was agreed in favour of Agilo, with the funds being held in escrow with Rachel Anthony at DWS. We still hadn’t signed an agreement on the shareholder/standstill agreement but commercial activities came into play. We believed we were just about to receive a £5 million-plus offer from Manchester City for young Victor Moses, even more so after they came and watched us play Plymouth away and Victor scored a wonder goal which we thought had clinched the deal, but an offer never came. We

convoluted than that, so I think the bigger question should be: why would you buy a football club? And, more to the point, why buy an ailing south London club – as cynics would say – like Crystal Palace? People buy football clubs for many reasons but there is always an element of ego involved. Some simply have the means and want to show it off, for some it’s the kudos that comes with being the owner of an iconic British institution; others, especially those from foreign shores, buy clubs to gain

me, along with my brother Dominic. Charles Simpson of Andersen’s put pressure on me about doing this deal and all of a sudden, I felt like I was drowning. My brain went into a meltdown. All the pressure of selling PPS came to the fore and within hours I was moving into another problematic high-pressured deal. All my instincts said, ‘Don’t do it.’ I walked into the bedroom to get away from everyone. I had a deep sense of foreboding, and paced up and down the room muttering to myself, ‘I don’t

your hands, for God’s sake. You go down there with that on and you’re asking for trouble. You told me you slapped him; let’s go with that,’ I said. ‘In fact, go and get changed and leave it to me. I will deal with the police.’ I explained to the police that Trevor had left the stadium and the club would deal with it. The two officers were not happy but as no one had brought any charges they had to go with it. I phoned Trevor on the way home and told him not to talk to anyone until I had it

meant it compromised the validity of other redundancies I was being forced financially to make. So I had no choice. I called him in and told him the news face to face. He reacted very angrily and got almost physical, shouting and screaming at me. He was a big man but sod this, he was in my office so he got it back with both barrels. He told me I was not a proper Palace man, whatever that is, and that he was Palace through and through. ‘Bullshit,’ I replied. ‘When Palace was in turmoil in 1980,

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