traditions.
Even if that means bribing your way into the league, playing some of the most boring football known to man for decades (“Football died the day ARSEnal won the double.” – Mike Leigh’s “Life is Sweet”.), losing count on the number of your employees sent down, to bringing in more and more players that have to fall over without being touched just so you can score.
Of course the traditions will only be defended from “these type of people” for the next year at least because when you become a tax dodger…err exile you have to be resident in Switzerland for a whole year or you would have to cough up a bit of those profits to Gordon from selling your shares and Danny wouldn’t want to do that, in the name of tradition of course.
I knew there was a reason I never really liked Cliffe Castle…