There's a fight in Wellington, and it's not just a fight for the survival of a local football side, but for all of New Zealand football. It's a fight against bullying, and against a regime that seems impervious to charm - something the Wellington Phoenix and their fans have plenty of.
It's a complicated debate. The Phoenix remain the only club in the world who ply their trade in a rival confederation. New Zealand Football, of course, remain aligned with Oceania, while the FFA quite wisely pinned their colours to Asia some time ago. Say this about the FFA: they can see dollar signs from miles away.
Ultimately, Fifa officials handled the issue of the Phoenix's cross-confederation eligibility - and with typical tyrannical brutality. In their eyes it was no issue at all. But it remains a sticking point.
That aside, there were other things to consider. Football in New Zealand has always struggled for its place in the conversational milieu of Kiwi sport. Although it's had its moments - think 1982 and 2010 - the sport has long lived in the shadow of that other winter code, the one we're particularly good at. Football has never managed to push its well-publicised participation numbers into the professional frontier. Given that rather debilitating disadvantage, it was little wonder the first two iterations of our professional club flopped as fast as a half-baked souffle. And even when the Phoenix was born, there was a sense the entire venture was about teasing the appetite as opposed to satiating a burning hunger. But the club found a fanbase and that fanbase has this week spoken.
It's spoken because the A-League, convinced it's already sitting on a pot of gold in Sydney and in no mood to search for the end of the rainbow across the Tasman, issued via its emotionless chief executive, David Gallop, an ultimatum at once insulting and threatening. To insinuate the Phoenix are "squatting" on an A-League license is about as sensitive as the hide on a rhino.