Собственикът на ПСФК Черноморец (София) Ивайло Дражев се е появил на днешното заседанието на изпълкома на БФС пред сградата на улица "Иван Асен".
На него трябва да се вземе решение дали клубът, наследил Конелиано, ще бъде изваден от първенството или не. Черноморец (София) провали два мача - с Левски и с Вихрен и Комитетът за организиране на състезанията взе решение да изхвърли тима.
Дражев довел пред БФС и младия си отбор, каквато беше практиката му при отнемането на концесията върху стадион"Черноморец" в Бургас, и при навлизането на общинските служители в офисите и стадиона.
Той се опитал да влезе в централата, но бил спрян от охраната. Накрая се наложило лично президентът на БФС Борислав Михайлов да слезе и да му обяснява, че няма как да присъства на заседанието.
"Ще се видим в съда тогава, делата срещу БФС няма да спират, ако извършите такова незаконно изваждане на тима от "А" група", заплашил Дражев и допълнил, че вече води две съдебни производства, макар и на първа инстанция.
"След мача с Холандия изглежда БФС ще има ново ръководство. Тези момчета, които обещаха нов морал във футбола ни, се провалиха тотално, но е така, след като обслужват единствено интересите на Левски и ЦСКА и своите лични", казал още Дражев.
McBride
на 17.08.2006 в 22:46:07 #133McBride
на 17.08.2006 в 22:46:01 #132masterJedy, tva british ili american english e?
MasterJedy
на 17.08.2006 в 22:38:20 #131Have you ever met a lady, screaming angst potential? Have you ever dreamed of romance, no matter how experimental? Have you ever felt an alien drifting back into your hometown? Did you think you were buying safety when you bought that piece of ground? She said all the best freaks are here She said all the best freaks are here, please stop staring at me So I said all the best freaks are here All the best freaks are here, please stop staring at me Have you ever woke up, sweating in the middle of the night? You search the darkness and you're scrambling for the light Have you ever walked down the street, heard boot steps following you? Don't worry my son, you've got the spook squad looking after you He said all the best freaks are here He said all the best freaks are here, please stop staring at me So I said all the best freaks are here All the best freaks are here, please stop staring at me Freaks Stop staring at me Airport terminal, patiently waiting on the last call You feel the eyes burn the back of your head Sign the autograph, get out of the picture, gonna have the last laugh Feel the whispers as you head for the plane Stop staring at me Love and linen sheets seem so very far away You save your pennies and you buy another day But after all it's only hide and seek, just another game There's so much fun to be had when you're living with a name All the best freaks are here, all the best freaks are here Please stop staring at me All the best freaks are here, all the best freaks are here Please stop staring at me They said all the best freaks are here All the best freaks are here, please stop staring at me
Xa-x@v
на 17.08.2006 в 22:38:04 #130Лияна "Имаш каменно сърце" поздрав за Еврото и за компанията
MasterJedy
на 17.08.2006 в 22:35:53 #129Star Wars & Marillion - forever!!!!
CSKA__FАN
на 17.08.2006 в 22:35:38 #128Евроуспех
CSKA__FАN
на 17.08.2006 в 22:33:45 #127MasterJedy абе знам че сме от една кръвна група
MasterJedy
на 17.08.2006 в 22:32:15 #126Аз не мърдам от беседката, просто ви провокирах.
Xa-x@v
на 17.08.2006 в 22:32:09 #125къде е Лолика и онази варненката бре момци?
gogoto
на 17.08.2006 в 22:32:07 #124Къде тук, Джедай?
MasterJedy
на 17.08.2006 в 22:31:22 #123Мерилиън завинаги!!! А, защо сте тук???
gogoto
на 17.08.2006 в 22:30:11 #122Xa-x@v 17.08.2006 22:28 ------------------ На теб ти присвоявам кей "Ignore"
CSKA__FАN
на 17.08.2006 в 22:29:59 #121MasterJedy пак ли бичиш мерилиън
Xa-x@v
на 17.08.2006 в 22:29:53 #120паралелалела
Xa-x@v
на 17.08.2006 в 22:28:49 #119Дядо Гошо, мене ме нема в целата схема,пара ми трябва за злоуптреба!!оставям тебе дядо Гошо във втората цедка!!!
gogoto
на 17.08.2006 в 22:27:22 #118Opening the doors for the dreams to come home --------------------------------------------------------- Не го четох цялото, но това ме грабна на диагонално четене.
MasterJedy
на 17.08.2006 в 22:27:02 #117Vodka intimate, an affair with isolation in a Blackheath cell Extinguishing the fires in a private hell Provoking the heartache to renew the licence Of a bleeding heart poet in a fragile capsule Propping up the crust of the glitter conscience Wrapped in the christening shawl of a hangover Baptised in the tears from the real Drowning in the liquid seize on the Piccadilly line, rat race Scuttling through the damp electric labyrinth Caress Ophelia's hand with breathstroke ambition An albatross in the marrytime tradition Sheathed within the Walkman wear the halo of distortion Aural contraceptive aborting pregnant conversation She turned the harpoon and it pierced my heart She hung herself around my neck From the Time-Life-Guardians in their conscience bubbles Safe and dry in my sea of troubles Nine to five with suitable ties Cast adrift as their side-show, peepshow, stereo hero Becalm bestill, bewitch, drowning in the real The thief of Baghdad hides in Islington now Praying deportation for his sacred cow A legacy of romance from a twilight world The dowry of a relative mystery girl A Vietnamese flower, a Dockland union A mistress of release from a magazine's thighs Magdalenes contracts more than favours The feeding hands of western promise hold her by the throat A son of a swastika of '45 parading a peroxide standard Graffiti conjure disciples testaments of hatred Aerosol wands whisper where the searchlights trim the barbed wire hedges This is Brixton chess A knight for Embankment folds his newspaper castle A creature of habit, begs the boatman's coin He'll fade with old soldiers in the grease stained roll call And linger with the heartburn of Good Friday's last supper Son watches father scan obituary columns in search of absent school friends While his generation digests high fibre ignorance Cowering behind curtains and the taped up painted windows Decriminalised genocide, provided door to door Belsens Pandora's box of holocausts gracefully cruising satellite infested heavens Waiting, the season of the button, the penultimate migration Radioactive perfumes, for the fashionably, for the terminally insane, insane Do you realise? Do you realise? Do you realise, this world is totally fugazi Where are the prophets, where are the visionaries, where are the poets To breach the dawn of the sentimental mercenary
Xa-x@v
на 17.08.2006 в 22:26:36 #116Джеди,
Xa-x@v
на 17.08.2006 в 22:26:09 #115Дядо Гошо, не се http://ibox.bg/forum/img/sport-smiley-010.gif с младото поколение ей!!
MasterJedy
на 17.08.2006 в 22:25:19 #114Hotel hobbies padding dawns hollow corridors A typewriter cackles out a stream of memories Drying out a conscience, evicting a nightmare Opening the doors for the dreams to come home We live out lives in private shells Ignore our senses and fool ourselves To thinking that out there there's someone else cares Someone to answer all our prayers Are we too far gone, are we so irresponsible Have we lost our balls, or do we just not care We're terminal cases that keep talking medicine Pretending the end isn't quite that near We make futile gestures, act to the cameras With our made up faces and PR smiles And when the angel comes down, down to deliver us We'll find out that after all, we're only men of straw But everything is still the same Passing the time passing the blame We carry on in the same old way We'll find out we left it too late one day to say what we meant to say Just when you thought it was safe to go back to the water Those problems seem to arise the ones you never really thought of The feeling you get is similar to something like drowning Out of your mind, you're out of your depth, you should have taken soundings Clutching at straws, we're clutching at straws And if you ever come across us don't give us your sympathy You can buy us a drink and just shake our hands And you'll recognise by the reflection in our eyes That deep down inside we're all one and the same We're clutching at straws We're still drowning Clutching at straws