How a soccer-mad Californian kicked off today’s megarich global sports machine

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Among the super-rich, a high-profile sports team is a must-have accessory. Lucrative English soccer clubs are a prime target for Russian oligarchs, Qatari princes and American entertainment empires. But when the first foreign owner to ever buy an English team arrived 35 years ago, he brought more than his wallet. He brought his boots.

Today, 15 of the 20 clubs in the English Premier League, which kicked off a new season August, are the property of megarich backers from the US, Asia and the Middle East. Legendary clubs like Liverpool, Arsenal and Manchester United, family-owned for generations, are now just another asset in portfolios of NFL, NBA and even

This international spending spree started when Russian oligarch Roman Abramovich bought Chelsea FC in 2003, but the largely forgotten first step toward today’s globalized era occurred way back in 1984. Football clubs were traditionally owned by local businessmen until California lawyer Bruce Osterman bought Tranmere Rovers, a proud but impoverished team in the unemployment-lashed north of England. 

“The game as a whole was at its nadir,” remembers Mark Palios, who played for Tranmere in those dark days of the 1980s. “Gates were low, there was hooliganism, there was a complete lack of investment. It was a sick industry.”

What followed is more than a quirky footnote in sporting history — it’s a story of conflict between passion and business that any fan of any team in any country will recognize. Palios played an unexpected secret role in the ensuing drama — only to face a horribly familiar crisis threatening the club three decades later.

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Mark Palios played for Tranmere in the 1970s and 1980s, taking an unexpected role in the drama behind the scenes — before returning to the club 30 years later.

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We all live in a deadly submarine

Former Tranmere player Ken Bracewell was coaching a professional team in San Francisco in the early 1980s when he was approached by attorney and keen amateur goalkeeper Bruce Osterman. The glamour had faded from The National American Soccer League’s heyday, and to Bracewell’s surprise, Osterman wanted more than a chat about soccer teams — he wanted to buy one.

“I was young and it seemed like a good idea,” Osterman, now 77, says in his unhurried California drawl over the phone from his home near San Francisco. “I had some extra money as I’d done well in my law practice,” he remembers, “and Tranmere was in real trouble so it was a number to purchase the team that I could afford.”

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Tranmere chairman Bruce Osterman filmed at Prenton Park for a TV documentary.

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Tranmere’s stadium Prenton Park is only a short ferry ride from footballing titans Liverpool and Everton, but in 1984 it might as well have been on a different planet. Clinging to professional status at the wrong end of the English leagues, with no money and plummeting attendances, Tranmere had special permission to hold matches on Friday evenings instead of Saturday afternoons so locals wouldn’t disappear to watch the team’s more glamorous neighbors.

“Tranmere will never compete with Liverpool and Everton,” one of the club’s managers later said. “They’re big liners like the Queen Mary, but I see Tranmere as a deadly submarine.”

In 1984 Tranmere was about to emulate a submarine in the worst possible way: by going under.

Osterman took advantage of the strife and a disastrously weak pound to buy the club, installing Ken Bracewell in charge. “I relied on Kenny for the day-to-day things,” Osterman recalls, “because frankly what the hell did I know?”

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Bruce Osterman (crouching third from left, wearing glasses), lines up with a team of sports journalists playing a friendly at Prenton Park in August 1986. Eagle-eyed fans might recognise the chap on the far left: popular TV and radio pundit Ray Stubbs, who previously worked at Tranmere.

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Today’s game is full of players, managers and owners from other countries. In the 1980s it was more insular, as English clubs were banned from European competition throughout the second half of the 1980s, foreign players like Tottenham’s Argentine duo Ossie Ardiles and Ricky Villa were still a novelty, and there wouldn’t be a foreign manager until Dr Jozef Venglos left Czechoslovakia for Aston Villa in 1990.

Bruce Osterman showed up at Tranmere for a few weeks a few times a year. There was occasionally a language barrier with the distinctive Merseyside accent. “I used to go to sportsman’s dinners for people who had shares in the club, and I was usually the brunt of the after-dinner comedian,” Osterman remembers. “I know he was speaking English but I couldn’t understand a word!” Osterman’s family came too, although his wife found herself excluded from men-only areas such as the boardroom and team coach. “She tolerated my doing this, but it wasn’t a pleasant time for her,” Osterman admits.

Journalists were delighted by the sight of the bespectacled 43-year-old chairman diving around in the training field mud, while players mischievously blasted balls at him. This was all highly unusual, but still — Tranmere were saved.

To be Frank

In the days before television revenue, a lesser club’s main income was ticket sales. Larger-than-life characters attracted paying fans through the turnstiles, so Osterman appointed Frank Worthington as the team’s player-manager.

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Larger-than-life character Frank Worthington playing for England.

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Worthington had two decades of experience on the field, but he’d never managed a team. The mulleted Elvis fan was certainly an entertainer, a prodigious goalscorer and even more prodigious playboy. His autobiography, แทงบอล suggestively titled “One Hump Or Two,” lists more nightclubs than football clubs. Worthington jokes that when he took charge at Tranmere the players thought they’d be in trouble if they got home before 2 a.m.

The dashing player-manager bagged three goals in a 6-2 victory his first time in front of the Prenton Park faithful, and he ended up scoring 20 that season. He also made shrewd use of Osterman’s limited budget — one of Worthington’s acquisitions, Ian Muir, remains the club’s all-time top goalscorer. But defence was poor and Tranmere couldn’t afford new blood.

“We didn’t have the players or the money,” Osterman admits. “I had no idea of the difficulty of handling a team even in the fourth division.”

One player understood the economics of Osterman’s situation more than most. Tenacious midfielder Mark Palios was a local lad in his second stint at Tranmere when Osterman arrived. And unlike most footballers, who typically spend their time between matches wasting money, Palios worked a unique parallel career managing money as an accountant.

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Mark Palios playing for Tranmere the night they beat Arsenal in 1973.

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One of Tranmere’s directors walked into Palios’ office looking for advice on pushing Osterman out. The surprised player found himself offering advice on the club’s financial future mere hours before pulling on the shirt and running onto the Prenton Park pitch.

Tranmere’s cash flow crisis came to a head when the well-intentioned but overstretched Osterman tried to sell Prenton Park to make way for a supermarket. Fans, directors and local authorities turned against him.

The American dream had soured.

History repeating

Thirty years later, in 2015, history repeated for Tranmere Rovers — and for Mark Palios. The club was again in dire straits on and off the field. And just like in the 1980s, a new owner stepped in. But this time, it was Palios buying the club.

After combining his playing days with a successful accounting career, Palios had been CEO of the Football Association. A specialist in turning around failing businesses, he and his wife Nicola now tackled Tranmere’s turmoil.

Palios began a three-step process he’d applied to many dying companies: Find cash for breathing space. Use that breathing space to fix the business. And finally, bring in new investment.

Most important, the club had to break the cycle of lurching from savior to savior. Palios compares football clubs to gamblers gifted more chips who continue betting on the same old numbers. To really fix the ailing business, Mark and Nicola had to make new bets.

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Tranmere chairman Mark Palios and vice chair Nicola Palios took charge in 2014.

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Osterman out

Back in 1985, Palios quit Tranmere and distanced himself from the boardroom shenanigans to avoid a conflict of interest. Ultimately the directors exploited new insolvency legislation to get rid of Osterman, Bracewell and Worthington, earning Tranmere another dubious distinction as the first football club to go into administration under the new laws.

In 1987, a new buyer offered less than Osterman paid for the club. Luckily for the American, a strengthened pound took the sting out of the loss.

A new owner and manager took over, but Tranmere’s troubles weren’t over. They had to beat Exeter City on the last day of the season or be disastrously dumped out of the professional league.

Kick-off was delayed as 7,000 fans crammed into one of Prenton Park’s signature Friday night matches on May 8, 1987. Mark Palios was there, although in another bizarre twist he could have been on the field — for either side. Exeter previously tried to sign him, while injury-plagued Tranmere desperately searched for Palios to ask about rejoining for the crucial match. “We didn’t have mobile phones in those days,” Palios jokes. “[Tranmere] should have asked the administrators — they knew where I was…”