Sports Minister Ruth Kelly today promised that teams would not be allowed to select players by footballing ability.Find and replace is a wonderful tool in a word processor don't you think? Do you remember this Kurt Vonnegut story from over forty years ago?
In a bid to reassure critics of the sports white paper, Ms Kelly said selection would be against the law.
She insisted the code on transfers would be statutory.
Asked if selection by ability would be against the law, Ms Kelly replied: "Absolutely full stop against the law. I can give you a categorical assurance that that’s the case."
Ms Kelly told BBC Radio Four’s Today programme she was confident Labour opponents could be brought on board.
Ms Kelly said independence for clubs meant giving them “the freedom to succeed”.
She said they could manage their own assets and employ their own staff and have more freedom over tactics.
Ms Kelly denied the Government would have to rely on Tory support to get the plans through the Commons. She said the Tories had adopted a “common sense” position which was very close to the Government.
Shadow sports minister David Willetts said people had lost sight of the fact there could be selection within clubs.
He said an increase in setting would mean players could be coached with others of similar ability without large-scale transfers between clubs.
“We think that is a good practical way of raising the quality of football,” he told BBC Radio Four’s Today programme.
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