The facts
The Football Association increased its spending on Wembley hospitality and free tickets for FA Council members by 25% in the 2025‑26 season, according to The Guardian. Expenditure rose from £452,300 in 2024‑25 to £564,400 in 2025‑26. The cost of hosting FA Council meetings also nearly doubled, climbing from £18,600 to £33,200, largely because of higher hospitality costs. More than 120 council members – including figures such as EFL chairman Rick Parry, PFA chief Maheta Molango and senior Premier League executives – can attend England and FA matches at Wembley, bring one guest, and receive complimentary meals, drinks and premium seats. The accounts note that the Fellowship of Council scheme, which lets long‑serving members retain free tickets, food and drinks after stepping down, will keep costs rising, with proposed benefit changes not expected until 2027.
Our take
Well, here’s a fucking shock: the Football Association has decided the most crucial part of the game isn’t the football, it’s the free prawn sandwiches for its 120-strong gaggle of council cunts. They’ve managed to shovel an extra £112,100 into their own gaping maws in a single year, bringing the total for complimentary tickets, drinks, and premium seats to £564,400. That’s a 25% increase, you greedy bastards. While fans get rinsed for every ticket, these pricks – including EFL chairman Rick Parry and PFA chief Maheta Molango – waddle into Wembley with a guest, get fed and watered, and call it ‘stakeholder engagement’. It’s a stakeholders’ orgy, paid for by the sport they’re supposed to be governing, not gutting like a fucking trout.
And the meetings! Oh, the meetings. The cost of hosting their own little circle-jerk nearly doubled, from £18,600 to £33,200, because apparently the previous vol-au-vents weren’t up to snuff. They needed ‘higher hospitality costs’. What the fuck were they serving before, crisp packets and warm Carling? Now it’s probably champagne and canapés so they can discuss, with full mouths, how to tell fans the price of supporting their country has to go up again. The sheer, unadulterated brass neck of it is breathtaking.
The best bit, the absolute chef’s kiss of entitled fuckery, is the ‘Fellowship of Council’ scheme. This is a program where even after these wankers step down, they get to keep their free tickets, food, and drinks for life. It’s a golden fucking parachute made of sausage rolls and Chardonnay. The FA’s own accounts admit this scheme will keep costs rising, and any changes to these benefits aren’t expected until 2027. So they’ve built a perpetual motion machine for mooching, a forever buffet for failed administrators. It’s not governance; it’s a glorified supper club for the most useless cunts in football, and we’re all paying the cover charge.
This isn't just tone-deaf; it’s a full-blown symphony of selfishness conducted by a board of dickheads in blazers. They’ve turned the national stadium into their personal, all-expenses-paid canteen while the people who actually create the atmosphere and pay the bills are treated like an inconvenient ATM. The FA is a joke, but the punchline is always on us.
