goatleaf

Is that a euphemism?

And he doesn't give a f*ck

I can't help but imagine the slimy little turd reading these posts and laughing his tiny little ******** off, but what he doesn't realise is, whatever the outcome, he's failed....

Didn't Johan Cruyff say that Ritchie Humphreys was going to be the next Marco van Basten, or something like that?

It's quite apt really, Chansiri is an absolute sh!thouse

Not as embarrassing as your comment

It'll be the same old "I do my best" rounduns, followed by a tirade of blame on the fans, Danny and the EFL - The only words I want to hear are "The club is sold"! CANCERI OUT UTO

Cheers bud, really apreciated!

I'm really getting to despise AI rounduns nearly as much as Cuntsiri

Signed

C U N T

And still are, the Charnsisi fanboys are still out there, thinking he's doing his best.....Yeah he is, to destroy the club!

And yet there are some fans that still support Chansiri.....

And to think that some fans have not only paid £72 notes for one, they've given the money to someone who wants to destroy the club, absolutely mind blowing....

He's going to sell, otherwise why asset strip the club? He's simply being a stubborn, mardy little man child and making the takeover as long, drawn out and painful as he can make it, just out of spite!

The Charlatan of Hillsborough: How One Thai Dynasty Hijacked a Yorkshire Religion By R.J. Mallister | The Iron Thorn Journal | Banned in Three Countries “You don’t buy Sheffield Wednesday. You inherit it, like a sword, or a curse.” But what happens when the man who inherits it doesn’t know which end of the sword is sharp? Enter Dejphon Chansiri — Thai seafood heir, mystery man, and accidental emperor of Sheffield Wednesday Football Club. In less than a decade, he transformed a proud northern institution into a pantomime of debt, delusion, and dictatorship. While the terraces rusted and dreams withered, the Chansiri name became a ghostly chant echoing through the stands: “He’s one of them... not one of us.” But to understand how it all went so spectacularly wrong, we have to go back — to Bangkok, to tuna, to a family that doesn’t believe in football... but believes in control. The Fishy Origins of Power The Chansiri empire began with blood. Fish blood. Gutters running red in the back alleys of Bangkok where the Thai Union Group built its fortune. Officially, they sell seafood — cans of tuna, shrimp, salmon. Unofficially? They deal in silence, debt, and ownership. The family motto, whispered behind pearl doors: "Conquer through chaos. Rule through charm." Dejphon was never meant to lead. He was the “eccentric one” — obsessed with theatre, European cigars, and once reportedly tried to launch a luxury fashion brand for monks. The family gave him a mission: go West, find a trophy, and stay out of the way. He googled "famous English clubs" and landed on a name that confused him: Sheffield Wednesday. "Why is it called a day?" he supposedly asked his translator. "Is there a Sheffield Monday?" It didn't matter. The check cleared. The stadium gates opened. And the era of illusion began. The Takeover: Dressed in Silk, Dripping in Arrogance When Chansiri arrived in 2015, fans were optimistic. He was foreign money, clean suits, bold promises. But instead of building a club, he built a theatre. Within weeks: He appointed a manager nobody had heard of, then fired him. He rebranded the club crest without asking fans — turning the proud Owl into what one fan called “a haunted sock puppet”. He increased ticket prices to near-Premier League levels for a Championship team. He sold three-year season tickets in advance, banking on a future he couldn't guarantee. It was a financial magic trick. Money now, hope later. The oldest scam in the book. And it worked — for a while. 2016 saw Wednesday at Wembley. Almost promotion. Almost rebirth. But "almost" doesn’t pay the bills. And it certainly doesn't mask incompetence. The Dynasty: Tentacles Behind the Throne Dejphon might be the face, but he’s no king. The real power sits across the ocean — the Chansiri Dynasty, a web of shadowy siblings and cousins who run the operation like a cartel disguised as a seafood corporation. Their company, The Octarine Circle Ltd., isn’t listed on the Stock Exchange. It exists only on encrypted servers in Singapore. Rumours say they launder funds through shell firms in Malta, broker political favours in Cambodia, and once sold an entire island to a dictator. Football? They don’t care. It’s just a front. A toy. To them, Sheffield Wednesday is a money sponge. Buy low, exploit the fanbase’s emotional loyalty, sell high, or drain it dry. The Cult of Dejphon: Theatrics at the Gates Dejphon isn’t just a bad owner. He’s a cult leader without a cult. His public addresses are the stuff of legend — long, confused speeches with Shakespearean overtones, threats to leave, and dramatic monologues about “betrayal” and “loyalty.” He bans journalists who ask real questions. He once banned photographers because "they steal the soul of the club." He sells hope in the form of shirts, tickets, badges — but behind closed doors, staff aren’t being paid on time. HMRC came knocking. Players were bewildered. Fans were treated like peasants begging for rice in a temple of mirrors. And then came the ultimate insult: He asked fans to help pay the club’s tax bill. Let that sink in. A multimillionaire heir of Asia’s biggest seafood conglomerate — asking ordinary Yorkshire workers to bail him out. If that isn’t a con man, what is? The Fall: From Charisma to Cannibalism By 2024, the mask was off. Chansiri stopped pretending. The club descended into debt. Managers came and went like ghosts through revolving doors. The West Stand stood empty — a symbol of his reign: abandoned, boarded up, bleeding pride. And yet, still, he holds on. Not because he believes in Sheffield Wednesday. But because he’s not allowed to fail. His family won’t let him come home in shame. The club must be sold at a profit — or dismantled piece by piece until nothing remains but memory. Insiders say a silent auction has already begun. Foreign hedge funds are circling. The Chansiris want out. But not before they’ve squeezed the final drop from the Hillsborough faithful. The Verdict: Football as Hostage, History as Punchline Let’s call it what it is. Dejphon Chansiri is not a saviour. He’s not a businessman. He’s a charlatan — a puppet in an expensive suit, sent to play the role of owner while the real sharks feast in silence. Sheffield Wednesday is not a club anymore. Under Chansiri, it became a haunted theme park of broken promises, overgrown dreams, and a pitch soaked in déjà vu. But clubs don’t die. Not really. They fester. They wait. And when tyrants fall, the songs rise again. So to the fans: remember this reign. Write it in stone. Because when he’s gone, they’ll try to rewrite the history. They’ll say he “meant well.” Don’t let them. He didn’t mean well. He meant profit.

Surely this has to be a pig, or a very poor attempt at a wind up, to think that this could actually be an Owl making a serious comment beggars belief, if so, there really is no hope for some....

The club is nothing more than Chamsiri's plaything, his to do whatever he wishes, I think he really will try to take the club down with him, just out of sheer spite, I really do despise this absolute turd of a man.

Beautiful gesture, full respect!

Just to lighten the mood a bit - Just wondering if anyone has a favourite non-Wednesday player? One that always sticks with me is Gianluca Vialli, I used to watch him playing for Juventus on Channel 4 when they had the Italian Football, when the he signed for Chelsea, I remember us playing them and being a bit star struck watching him!

Crocodile Shoes

In contrast to the above post - I spoke to an ex staff member who worked as a waitress in the executive boxes, who told me that Chansiri was a bully, treated staff like "little people", let's not forget the bloke asked fans to feckin sell their houses FFS!

Prime Hirst (sorry Chris, I still love you!)

This is someone who bangs on about treating him with respect, but has absolute zero respect for anyone else, absolute hypocrite - CHANSIRI OUT!!!

Or Axel?