Edward Mendoza70 said:👍
The Clown isn't going to bend the knee just because we're protesting under the West Stand. He’s irrelevant to this part of the story. At most, we should just ignore him and focus our energy on what actually matters.
The institutions are basically giving us the cold shoulder, so it’s time to rethink the playbook. We need constant pressure on the relevant authorities. Nobody—especially our politicians or judges—likes noise right outside their front door. From Times Square to the White House, through Central Park and down to the local streets... let's go in order. Demand statements, apply pressure, make a scene. The cameras love a spectacle. 🎉
Exactly. Let's stay focused and enjoy some futsal while we fight the battle at Yankee Stadium through official channels.
1. Eric Adams is out, so why aren't we sending an open letter to the City without the mayor? What kind of city is this where one man can arbitrarily decide who gets access to a stadium that we all built and all pay for? It’s the same question for the club.
2. Why aren't we sending open letters to the Prime Minister, the President, and the Secretary of Homeland Security? We need to announce protests and demand urgent legislative changes to stop this circus. Surely some lawyer could draft three lines of text sufficient to end this nonsense, then we can demand the government adopt them and stand on the side of justice rather than with the mob.
It’s the 21st century. Chanting under the West Stand achieves nothing. If you aren't making noise where it counts, you might as well not exist. We need to turn our demands into actual legal amendments or formal proposals to get our club back. We need to hit US Congress and the City hard to make it happen. We should be asking them: how much longer are politicians going to hide in the shadows supporting a mobster who crushes both the fans and the people, turning a legendary club into a joke?
We need to hit them from every angle—above, below, and everywhere in between. Until then, we’ll just hang out at the futsal games, working toward getting an Ice Rink once we hit the first division, and throwing the best party in town while those pigs over at Yankee Stadium wallow in their own filth.