MONEY DOWN THE PAN

EXCLUSIVE From our Ashton Gate correspondent Penny Pincher

The Incider can today expose a sickening fat cat scandal at the very heart of Bristol City Football Club.

It is a dark secret the board would rather see locked away behind a door – their own bathroom door to be precise.

For at a time when our hard-up club is seeking to save money wherever possible, we can exclusively reveal the four directors have an amazing THREE urinals and TWO cubicles to themselves.

Shockingly, our extravagant board are blatantly losing the club pounds even as they spend a penny.

The offending toilet facilities are hidden from prying bog-standard fans behind a plush wooden door marked “Director cloakroom” deep beneath the Williams Stand.

The toilet sign yesterday.

But The Incider today lifts the lid on the sordid frittering of valuable resources and defiantly leaves it up for all to see instead of replacing it out of courtesy to women.

The astounding excess means even in a worst-case scenario all four directors can relieve themselves in opulent luxury opposite the boardroom – and STILL have one receptacle free and unused.

The shameless waste means cash-strapped City’s cleaners are spending literally pounds a year on unnecessary Domestos and Harpic to clean the extra toilet – cash that could be used to strengthen the squad.

And the valuable space taken up by the surplus loo could be turned into an executive box or dining facility to bring in much-needed extra income.

Shock to the cistern: The exclusive boardroom urinals yesterday.

Shocked City fans condemned the blatant wastage.

Irate Dolman Stand regular Armitage Shanks, speaking as he left the ground ten minutes early, said: “It’s not as if the club is flush.

“It’s no wonder we can’t afford any new players – the directors are literally taking the p***.

“We should be spending money on the team, not on extra bleach.”

Pal Hugh Bend added: “If they’re not more careful with money this club could go down the pan. They are literally pouring it down the drain. It stinks.

“Sit down, I can’t see.”

Another fan, who asked not to be named, added: “It wouldn’t have happened under Scott Davidson.”

But The Incider’s shocking expose does not stop there.

For we can also reveal evidence of disturbing actions by directors unbecoming to a Bristol City board which could bring the club into disrepute.

Cleaners have mysteriously deemed it necessary to put up a notice warning our supposedly well-heeled directors not to spit chewing gum or drop fag ends into the urinals.

The shocking warning to City directors yesterday.

The thought of our finest ambassadors gobbing their Wrigleys into a pan instead of using a bin will sicken every self-respecting fan – even the ones in the Atyeo who insist on stuffing toilet roll down the pan every game.

And the shocking warning sign shows the directors are privately risking more expense while publicly insisting the club must make savings.

For an Incider investigation revealed it could cost the club £100 to call out a plumber if chewing gum clogged up the pipes – or twice as much during evenings and at weekends.

A club spokesman said last night: “Thank you for calling the Bristol City ticket hotline. The ticket office is now shut. Opening hours are from 9am to 5.30pm weekdays.

“If you know the extension number of the person you wish to speak to, please dial it now. Otherwise, please call during office hours.”