Who are we?
One part of me is a bastard child of a national sporting organisation
My owners made me bid for the world cup but we only got 1 vote because everyone knows we're a joke
There are numerous entities involved in my life but most of them are going bankrupt
Those bad people involved in Old Soccer is laughing at me
My owners dont know how to run me and they cancel games 20 minutes after starting me leaving spectators who got in for free for the 1st time angered never to return
I think I'm no good because my favorite and most successful child in the history of my existence- South Melbourne FC is not welcomed because all my other children are scared to face the music and just want to think they are going ok in life by beating up on my other irrelevant children?
Most of my children are unemployable and shouldn't be involved in my life. If I could I would sell them for free but no one wants any of them coz there hopeless.
I am sad because I am failing and my owners are crying over spilt milk or are they crying over the lost millions?
Who are we? We have an identity crisis. Can someone help us before we go under