Lyndhurst 14
Well-known member
- Jan 16, 2008
- 5,256
Don't sit on the fence mate, say what you really think about himA head full of technobollox and management babble, but a clearly incomplete footballing methodology. A gaping void where his football passion should have been. Running tactics sessions on flip charts and PowerPoint presentations rather than grass and sweat. If he gave you directions to your destination, he would leave out the last 3 miles. A completely risk averse alien, when his troops wanted adventure, risk and danger. A man more at home running an operational process to improve efficiency in waste recycling in grey trucks, than leading a team of elite hungry teenagers and young men who craved the exhilaration of shining as individuals and as a unit in the bright sporting spotlight. A man as boring to listen to as a broken speaking clock in Urdu. A man who thought he was cool with the kids, when they thought he was a knob. An insecure man in completely the wrong arena, getting easily offended when 50 people didn’t give the vocal reaction he expected. A ‘Potter’ who thought he had the undiscovered secrets of football in his magic wand. But all he had was a fat finger to shove up his own backside. An insignificant disloyal man who left the very slightest ripple of a memory in his loyal willing troops. A man who could suck air through his teeth faster than Monica Lewinsky could suck a golf ball through a garden hose. A man found out for believing his own bullshit, now realising he should be driving that waste recycling truck. Somewhere in Dudley.