It’s Friday Switzerland and it is the day of the FIFA presidential election.
Oh do I wish I had a go-cam attached to just one member of FIFA. Obviously one resting just over the heart of four-term president Sepp Blatter would be ideal or the point of view from the lapel of the head of soccer’s European organization UEFA, Michel Platini would also be grand.
The secret clandestine meetings might still be going as we speak, gentleman in monogrammed cuffed dress shirts, ties undone like Burkie; actually they are probably in silk pajamas. They’d be peeking out of their hotel rooms, or hiding behind giant plants in the lobby, gesticulating at each other, maybe giving it the old “Psst you got a second” in English, French, Spanish, Portuguese or pig Latin.
There is maneuvering going on. If you think the show Survivor is sneaky and shady, the last 44 1/2 hours amidst the European architecture on the shores of Lake Zurich would make for the most delicious episode of strategizing ever. The five star edition.
Seppy Blatts would have had his pawns in place well before the election to secure his fifth term. But with the charges from the USA, (none against Sepp) I don’t believe any of those people would have the onions to vote against Blatter.
The world will laugh if Blatter is re-elected. UEFA has threatened to boycott FIFA if he wins. The head of the Football Association of England says he will resign. Canada and the USA are voting for his opponent Prince Ali bin al-Hussein.
Judging by his comments today where he vowed FIFA would police themselves and he cannot monitor all the people all of the time, it is crystal clear Blatter thinks he is bigger than the game. Actually he thinks he is the game.
The Fédération Internationale de Football Association could implode before our eyes tomorrow. And that would be good.