I struggle to warm to Jurgen Klopp. Until a recent unseasonably chill Monday morning, I wasn’t sure why. Friends assume it’s because he is Liverpool manager. Far from it. Although the club, capped by fans who boo the national anthem, aren’t universally liked, one admires the Stuttgart born right back. In spells, his Anfield team are a joy to watch. Klopp has won silverware. Although the numbers are eyewatering to supporters in the lower divisions, the manager has succeeded with fewer resources than the wealth beyond avarice of his Premier League and Champions League big boy rivals. No, something else rankles.
Something that focused into sight in front of the TV while reading Monday morning newspapers from the back pages. Rolling wall to wall coverage announced Blackpool prospect, Jake Daniels, as the first active gay male player in English football for over thirty years. What rankles is the fakery. We shall return to the seventeen-year-old Seasider’s coming-out, but first we must put Klopp in his box. The pretend anger at an attempted handshake from a fan at the start of the pandemic. A silly punching ritual before the Kop at the end of every home game. The fake smile. Twenty-five-year-old hair above a fifty-four-year-old face. And when did he lose his specs? The jokey press conferences. Speaking of smiles, THOSE teeth – as natural as a hen’s.
None of this is to do with football, no matter how much fans may think otherwise. One hundred percent for the cameras. They say the round ball game belongs to everyone. It doesn’t. The beautiful game belongs to a hand full billionaires who own the big clubs. When the fortunes of football change for Klopp, and they will, a Head of Recruitment’s file will land on a plutocrat’s desk. Good with the fanbase. Good with the media. Jurgen is the man. With one eye on his inevitable next job, Klopp plays the media while his XI play the football. Can we blame him? Not only is the manager’s name written on his office door in chalk, but a damp sponge sits nearby.
With the game’s massive profile, the manager’s career is not the only thing being touted. Beer, tyres, Russian gas companies, airlines, satellite dish sales, the standing of those nice people in Saudi Arabia and Qatar. All pay fool’s ransoms to be promoted through the sport. All well and good. Products can be shifted, services subscribed to. Regimes can have their reputations airbrushed. Likewise, on a cold Monday morning, this lower-division fan and old hacker realised that agendas can be furthered. As often, it was probably always the case. I’m only the last to cotton on. We have to start somewhere. We will start with St Marcus of Rashford.
Before losing his place in the Manchester United first-team and England squad, Rashford enjoyed two years of virtue signal-induced fame started through a food poverty campaign making use of Co-op advertising slots rendered useless by a Covid lockdown. With the help of his agents, multinational Live Nation Entertainment, this morphed from food banks into equality and race. En route, Rashford amassed several million Twitter and Instagram followers that could be sold to advertisers through money-making contracts with Burberry, Penguin Random House and Nike. Football boots, books and suits flew off the shelves. Being one of three black penalty shootout missers in the Euro 2020 final at Wembley, obliges a nod towards St Gareth of Southgate and the FA’s similarly lucrative relationship with Nike Black Lives Matter.
With an eye to being another St Marcus, chip shop owner and former Yorkshire county cricketer Azeem Rafiq made headlines in early 2021. Extending the agenda to Islamophobia and after being coached by Doughty Street Chambers and the strategic communications company Powerscourt, Rafiq laid the victim card before a House Commons select committee. The SNP’s ludicrous John Nicolson pretended to cry. Additionally Rafiq, close relatives and ‘members of the community’ took place in numerous publicity stunts that resulted in a £200,000 compensation payment regarding allegations of bullying at the Headingley Club.
But Rafiq was no St Marcus. Nailing their colours to the YCCC mast, and more importantly to the club’s owners the Grove family, the Yorkshire Post ran a story of married Rafiq sending creepy texts to a young girl he’d met on a plane. News of his gambling debts (paid off by the Professional Cricketer’s Association) appeared in the national press. Social media was awash with photographs of Azeem willingly taking part in a drinking culture he claimed to have been bullied into.
More seriously, although the Sheffield Star remained silent through the Rafiq / Yorkshire CCC news cycle, previously they had covered a worrying story, easily found and subsequently amplified by alternative media. One of Rafiq’s catering outlets was in a part of Rotherham notorious for the grooming of British children by Asian Muslim paedophiles. Rafiq applied for a late licence for his Makti Chai outlet, a classy converted shipping container on an abandoned car wash in the notorious Eastwood area of the South Yorkshire town.
The Sheffield Star reported the application was turned down after concerns were raised by South Yorkshire Police regarding an increase in anti-social behaviour and child sexual and criminal exploitation. No doubt weighing child protection against the block Muslim vote, South Yorkshire Labour Mayor Dan Jarvis wrote to the council’s appeal board asking them to overturn their decision. Make of that what you will.
Moving on, Rafiq disappeared from public view. Some middle-aged white men were sacked by Yorkshire CCC. The Graves family retained control. Occasionally, a tinged youth player is overpraised on the club’s Twitter feed. Meanwhile, the agenda shifted to LGBTQI+.
Football has been desperate to find a homosexual player for some time. As exemplified by Rashford and Rafiq, an agenda needs a face, a name and a back story. The victim card is obligatory and always near to hand. Money is to be made both by the chosen face and their hangers-on. In November 2020, FA Chairman Gregg Clarke made a video link appearance before the Department for Digital, Culture, Media and Sport (DCMS) select committee. He promised them a gay footballer soon. Unfortunately, he also said ‘coloured people’ and referred to homosexuality as a ‘life choice’. The former Leicester City supremo was forced to resign two days later.
Seventeen months subsequent, Mr Clarke’s, the DCMS’s and the FA’s dream came true with wall to wall positive puff welcoming football’s first active male gay professional footballer for 32 years, Blackpool FC’s seventeen-year-old prospect Jake Daniels.
As ever, all is not what it appears.
We shall return to the present day but first, we must note such things have not always been met with such enthusiasm. In October 1990, in the days when Souness almost rhymed with penis and an East End of Glasow terrace bard could shoehorn Ian Durrant and bent into the same pentameter, the previous and first openly gay footballer, Justin Fashanu, came out in an interview with The Sun newspaper.
A Barnados boy and Britain’s first million-pound black footballer, at the time Fashanu was playing for Orient after a promising career at Norwich City and Nottingham Forest had fizzled out to a series of loan spells and contracts at lower-division clubs. Difficult to like and unpopular within the game, the forward sold his story to The Sun via agent Eric Hall in the knowledge he was about to be ‘outed’ by the Sunday People. In an exclusive spread across two days, the tabloid told of a party lifestyle involving young footballers and older gay men including Cabinet Ministers, MPs and VIPs. The relationship with the tabloids continued with, in 1994, Eric Hall asking £300,000 for a story linking Fashanu to Conservative MP Stephen Millican who had recently been found dead as the result of a bizarre sexual act.
In May 1998 Justin Fashanu, aged only 37, was found hanged in a lock-up garage in the East End of London. Two days after the Jake Daniels story broke, The Guardian newspaper ran an article sympathetic to Fashanu penned by his niece, Amal. The presenter, journalist and ‘activist against homophobia in sport’ through the Justin Fashanu Foundation, compared her uncle to George Floyd and claimed his career was marred by racism and homophobia. Other similarly sympathetic pieces appeared elsewhere.
What all the newspapers know but none of them are telling you, is the following uncomfortable airbrushed truth. At the time he was found hanged, Fashanu was on the run after an arrest warrant had been issued for him regarding the homosexual rape of a minor. The 37-year-old, passing himself off as 28, had been living in an apartment in Ellicott City, Maryland, with the intention of coaching with emerging American A-League side Maryland Mania. His rented rooms hosted free-beer parties where Faschanu entertained minors between the ages of 16 and 18 and illegally plied them with alcohol and marijuana.
On the morning of March 25th 1998, a rape accusation against Fashanu was reported to the police. Medical and forensic checks were made. When interviewed, Fashanu lied. By the following Thursday, the case was ready to charge but Fashanu had disappeared. An arrest warrant was issued. The charges cited were first and second-degree assault and second-degree sexual assault, the maximum prison sentence for which is 20 years. By mid-April, Fasshanu was spotted back in the UK. Within weeks he was dead. Following a July 1998 Mail on Sunday feature (summarised above), a number of other victims contacted journalist Brian Deer reporting similar experiences in different countries as Fansanu’s career had become that of a journeyman pro and would be coach.
Also in the nineties and previous decades, but not coming to light until Greg Clarke’s time as FA Chairman, were a series of historic homosexual paedophilia scandals involving young footballers and older coaches and scouts. From 2016 to 2019 cases were reopened. Victims came forward. Criminal convictions followed. A long list of offenders, their clubs and a sorry tale of cover-up and inaction is available here. One of the most serious offenders was Crewe’s Barry Bennell who was eventually sentenced to thirty years in jail. In the ensuing uproar, Crewe chairman John Bowler was forced to resign. In a parting burst of breathtaking naivety, Bowler was quoted as saying,
“Crewe had not appreciated the dangers of football being used as a means for a paedophile to prey on young boys”
Times have changed. Or have they?
Back in the present day, all is not as reported with the Jake Daniels narrative. The events of that chilly May Monday were in no way spontaneous. The original press release, A Message From Jake Daniels, can be read here. Self evidently it isn’t a message from the Blackpool FC player but from the Stonewall organisation and a PR company.
The carefully constructed communication will have been circulated well in advance and embargoed until the release date. In the interim, fake media and PR companies representing social media ‘opinion formers’ have time to construct and co-ordinate their boilerplate template messages.
Similarly, the accompanying SKY television interview will have been scripted, rehearsed and shot well in advance of the Monday launch. In response to the broadcast, Klopp was as on message,
“[It’s] fantastic that he feels brave enough to do that. When I saw him talking I couldn’t believe he was 17 years old. He’s obviously very mature. The whole football community will support him with whatever we can do, I am 100 percent sure. I loved how he really delivered his message. He is right in what he said. He didn’t want to hide any more. Good. That is exactly the right way to do it.”
On their website, Sky Sports News interviewer Tim Thornton spilled some more beans.
“I was approached by Jake’s representatives at the start of the year after he had decided that he wanted to come out publicly. I met Jake, his agent and his mum in Blackpool and we discussed what a road map towards sharing his news might look like. “Since then, it has been a process driven by Jake and his desire to help others. Throughout, he has been afforded all the time he needs to reflect, without any external pressure. He has continued to tell us all, with absolute clarity, that he would arrive at this destination and be true to himself.”
Which is nonsence. Jake Daniels is a groomed pawn in a game. The only others being helped are ‘partners’ and the virtue signallers. Note “start of the year”. Jake will have been 17 on the 9th of January. He is allowed an agent at that age but not one of his own choice. A parent or guardian has to sign with him. From a single-parent family, one can smell the pushy smothering mother from the 90 miles separating Bloomfield Road from the windswept terraces of this author’s favourite XI.
The story is valueless until Jake signs professional forms. He did so on 22nd February, at which point Sky and ‘Jake’s representatives’ can start in earnest to assemble the narrative. Those other representatives are sponsors Adidas, the Stonewall organisation and Jake’s agent.
Since signing, the promising young forward has only played one match for Blackpool, coming on as a substitute for the last 9 minutes in a 5-0 home defeat to Peterborough United. His other games have been 5 appearances for Bamber Bridge in the Northern Premier League, the 8th tier of English football.
Alarm bells start to ring with the inclusion of Stonewall and at the mention of Blackpool FC. Former owner Owen Oyston was a convicted sex offender found guilty of raping a 16-year-old girl. Blackpool scout Frank Roper was responsible for the homosexual assault of, amongst others, former England international Paul Stewart. Astonishingly the club refused to pay compensation, claiming Roper was a contractor rather than an employee.
If you think football now appreciates the dangers of being used as a means for paedophiles to prey on young boys, you’re wrong. It’s just done differently. Helpfully, Stonewall has published a booklet explaining how. An Introduction To Supporting LGBT Young People, A Guide For Schools, obliges teachers to set up a Trojan Horse operation to groom children. Its principles recur in the Jake Daniels narrative. Digesting and reflecting upon the document can only lead to the conclusion that the publication is an in-school manual promoting homosexual paedophilia.
The publication begins by lying about the Equality Act. The Act defines homosexuality as a sexual orientation towards someone of the same sex. Stonewall wrongly claim the Act defines homosexuality as sexual, romantic or emotional attraction. This much broader definition allows for children to be tricked into self-definition on the flimsiest of grounds. Schools must contradict biological definitions of boy and girl and man and woman. Stonewall obliges the constant promotion of homosexual propaganda. As well as the Government’s obligatory LGBT promotion, schools must display LGBT propaganda on classroom walls, stock LGBT library material, set up LGBT groups and hold promotional events.
Remember: Propaganda serves two purposes. To spread (or ‘propagate’) a message and to intimidate the message’s opponents. It follows that any dissent from Stonewall’s agenda must be countered with the use of terms such as homophobia, bi-phobia, transphobia, allegations of bullying and, latterly, accusations of conversion therapy.
Children are ‘gay’ to start with rather than asexual prior to adolescence. No matter what the circumstances, they have not been manipulated, bullied, tricked, threatened, abused, propagandised, blackmailed or bribed into a particular mindset.
A child groomed into ‘coming out’ cannot be contradicted. Parents must not be informed unless a set set of criteria defined by Stonewall is met. Teachers must put a child on a pathway to an LGBT group at school, to online material (including contact websites), an LGBT hub away and must be informed of social meeting places (ie gay bars). Caveats attached by Stonewall are thin to non-existent. Page 17 of the guide contains the line,
“Meeting strangers from the internet is extremely appealing as it doesn’t share any of the threats that talking to people in your social circle has.”
Simultaneous to being proselytized at school, children are bombarded with similar material from mainstream media, not least in children’s programmes broadcast by the BBC. A ‘gay’ footballer, the younger the better, is required as part of a narrative developed around a persuaded claim of natural inclination and consent.
Jake Daniels is being used, the rest of us are being played. Victims will not realise they are victims. There is no need for predatory men to attack boys. The LGBT agenda in schools and football provides a conveyor belt to abuse fully endorsed by the compliant FA and mainstream media bed wetters who are terrified of Stonewall’s judgemental pejorative labels.
© Always Worth Saying 2022