Dont You Want Me, Baby?
I suppose I should be used to this by now-in fact,I’m getting bloody sick of it-but once again we have conspired to shoot ourselves in the foot. This time it is over the non-appointment of a new manager,one who I thought would have been ideal for us but who has declined to sign on the dotted line for as yet undisclosed reasons.
We can all speculate,of course,as to what those reasons might have been. Various suggestions have been offered,such as he was stringing us along all the time anyway,or that he would not come without certain members of his trusted back room staff. Alternatively that the transfer budget and strategy weren’t to his liking,nor was the structure of the club which involved a Director of Football. Salary and bonuses on offer have also been suggested as a sticking point.
The only thing I can say for certain about it all is that we will never know the true reason why we never got this over the line,nor will we ever know why it took till such a late stage for the deal to collapse.
“There I was,waiting at the church…”
Less than five years ago,we took on the might of Manchester City home and away in the Champions League. Two draws which could easily have been two famous victories against the club recognised as the best in Europe. Tonight,their many admirers around the globe will tune in to watch them play in The Champions League Final. How divergent our paths have been in those fifty-odd months,as we lurch from one disaster to another while still proclaiming ourselves to be a well-run club.
This board couldn’t run a bath. And don’t let them near the bloody showers either.
Depending on whether your own last straw was the disaster against Ferencvaros or the one the following month,the abject capitulation at home to the huns,it has been clear for eight or nine months that a new manager was needed. The board sat on their hands. Eventually even they were forced to act-in February,over three months ago.
A well-run club would not have reached that point,of course-but things can go wrong,even at the highest level. Many of the top teams in the game have announced the departure of their manager this season. All bar Tottenham have had their replacement announced within days. And we all know how Daniel Levy is viewed in the game in England and Europe. With the same disdain that Lawwell is viewed here,and for similar reasons too-can’t stick to what he’s bloody good at,thinks he knows more about the game than the football management side,can’t keep his intercourse fingers away from a situation.
Bloody hell,we are a laughing stock! Six weeks away from our opening games with no sign of a DoF,a manager,a backroom team. Not a clue which players will be available for our managerial Plan B,C or Z to select from. A lame duck CEO being shadowed by his replacement who isn’t yet judged competent to do the bloody job himself,and a board filled with brown-nosing nonentities who have been around for so long that they need carbon-dating.
And turned down by a manager who got relegated less than a year ago,and who got bloody homesick just from moving as far north as Burnley.
It’s good to know that for the eighteen long bloody years that the smartest guy in the room has been in charge of our club,our income has largely stagnated and the quality of player on the pitch has fallen off a cliff. He will almost definitely leave the club in a month,and he will leave behind a worse squad than the one inherited by Charles Green after the liquidation of Rangers.
That’s right. The huns went bust,and the basket of assets still included better than our well-run club has now.
I could f…..g weep.
Above article by BMCUWP