Dear Mister Tan

Dear Mister Tan

I hope the family are well and that you are making lots of money to pour into Cardiff City.

Now on the subject of Malky, yes I know you hate him. Yes, I understand why. Yes, we all want to know where the money went. Indeed for ten million Malky should have found a goal scoring forward. I know, I know. With a goal scoring forward we could still be in the Premiership.

Indeed if you wish to spend the rest of your life hounding Malky, make it your life’s work to keep him out of football, then that is a matter for you. He certainly played the crowd against you when he was here and given what you did for the club that must have hurt. I feel your pain.

Happy Mister Tan. The Mister Tan we want to see in public

But somehow you need to do it more quietly. I don’t dispute your view of the Wigan owner’s remarks, they were unfortunate to say the least and downright offensive if we are honest.

Every time you go public with these statements you knock a lump out of Malky, your intended target, but also a lump out of the dignity of Cardiff City Football Club.

Focus is pulled away from the pitch and the players to focus elsewhere. Newspapers, and TV, live and breathe on this sort of stuff. 

Angry Mister Tan. The Mister Tan we do not want to see in public

But it isn’t good for the club. It adds to the weight your chosen one, Russell Slade, has to bear on his ample shoulders.

So by all means launch nuclear submarines and drones to hit your nemesis but please try to avoid public statements on the subject. You are hitting us as hard as you are hitting your chosen target. You could damage us for ever.

Best wishes and regards to the family.

PS Can I borrow the yacht for my birthday soon?

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