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Last saturday's meeting in SAR is the first of many with the club, and will hopefully be repeated many more times this year. Briatore seems quite happy to talk to us through the media, and the fans have quickly recognised he must be onto something here.
And the beauty of it is, we don't need to know what it is that he sees in this approach, because as it apparently works for him, it must be able to work for us too, (unless we're stupid or something).
What he's managed to tell us so far, (and to be fair, I'm a bit concerned about him, as to whether he has the first stages of dementia or alzheimer's, due to continuous repetition) is that if you give him lowly sums of money, there will be no thank you, or any such luck winging its way back to you. (You must give and not be heard, springs to mind, isn't that an old saying?).
So what the fans worked out was, that if you have, say 250 lowly givers speaking as one voice, then you have superfans worth thousand's of pounds per group. And if you sing outside the club's front door, and nobody hears you, that if you sing a bit louder, you wake up the journalists between fleet street and wapping, and they come down to see what the noise is all about.
So they go away and write naughty things about the club and the owners etc. Then the fans start getting worried because no-one has told them if the captain is reading the reports, as he hasn't made any more recent public speeches.
So they decided to have more bigger public meetings, sometimes inside the front door, just to make sure someone is listening. The poor captain (who had never been to finishing school in his life) then thought to himself that these people are too stupid for me, and I need to get away from here as fast as I can. And off he went. And everyone was glad and lived happily everafter.
And the beauty of it is, we don't need to know what it is that he sees in this approach, because as it apparently works for him, it must be able to work for us too, (unless we're stupid or something).
What he's managed to tell us so far, (and to be fair, I'm a bit concerned about him, as to whether he has the first stages of dementia or alzheimer's, due to continuous repetition) is that if you give him lowly sums of money, there will be no thank you, or any such luck winging its way back to you. (You must give and not be heard, springs to mind, isn't that an old saying?).
So what the fans worked out was, that if you have, say 250 lowly givers speaking as one voice, then you have superfans worth thousand's of pounds per group. And if you sing outside the club's front door, and nobody hears you, that if you sing a bit louder, you wake up the journalists between fleet street and wapping, and they come down to see what the noise is all about.
So they go away and write naughty things about the club and the owners etc. Then the fans start getting worried because no-one has told them if the captain is reading the reports, as he hasn't made any more recent public speeches.
So they decided to have more bigger public meetings, sometimes inside the front door, just to make sure someone is listening. The poor captain (who had never been to finishing school in his life) then thought to himself that these people are too stupid for me, and I need to get away from here as fast as I can. And off he went. And everyone was glad and lived happily everafter.