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Keegan's got the worst win percentage of 38.9%. P18 W7 D7 L4.
And seeing as it's not all about win percentages
, I was at the last competitive game at the old Wembley - a WC qualifier with Germany.
A dismal performance, a home defeat and Keegan resigns immediately afterwards in the toilet.
A more apt location for his departure would've been hard to find.
At least Tuchel should be spared that.
From FA Confidential by David Davies:
The old Wembley closed down in humiliation. Even the heavens wept for England. But no one at the FA could have predicted what happened next. On entering the dressing room, I couldn't believe the scene. Steam poured out of the showers, making it difficult to see who was where, but I glimpsed Kevin in one corner. Tony Adams, David Beckham and other players sat around in various states of undress.
'David, you tell him not to do it,' shouted Tony, who was completely fired up.
'David, he'll listen to you,' pleaded Becks, who was in tears.
'What?'
'Talk to him,' Tony said.
'Who?'
'Kevin!' Tony and David both yelled.
They didn't need to tell me what Kevin had done. He'd thrown in the towel. I knew it. I looked at Kevin.
'Don't leave. You have to stay.'
'No, no, no,' Kevin replied. 'I'm off. I'm not for this.'
'This isn't happening,' I thought. I wasn't prepared mentally for such a situation. Think fast. Calm things down. Lock away the emotions. Shift into work mode.
'Come on, let's go,' said Kevin, 'I'm ready to face the press.'
'No, you're bloody not. We're having a talk before you go anywhere near the press.'
Where on earth could we find that was private? The tunnel? Crawling with television reporters. The dressing room? Heaving with emotional players. The bath area? I couldn't hold a vital conversation with an England manager as players dived into the water. Only one option presented itself. The toilet cubicles. A dramatic moment in England's long football history occurred in the ancient loos of a stadium facing demolition. The impending destruction could almost be smelled in the air.
Dragging Kevin into a cubicle, I shut the door behind us. We stood there, facing each other. 'You can't change my mind,' Kevin said. 'I'm out of here. I'm not up to it. I'm going out to the press to tell them I'm not up to it. I can't motivate the players. I can't get the extra bit out of these players that I need.'
And seeing as it's not all about win percentages
, I was at the last competitive game at the old Wembley - a WC qualifier with Germany.A dismal performance, a home defeat and Keegan resigns immediately afterwards in the toilet.
A more apt location for his departure would've been hard to find.
At least Tuchel should be spared that.
From FA Confidential by David Davies:
The old Wembley closed down in humiliation. Even the heavens wept for England. But no one at the FA could have predicted what happened next. On entering the dressing room, I couldn't believe the scene. Steam poured out of the showers, making it difficult to see who was where, but I glimpsed Kevin in one corner. Tony Adams, David Beckham and other players sat around in various states of undress.
'David, you tell him not to do it,' shouted Tony, who was completely fired up.
'David, he'll listen to you,' pleaded Becks, who was in tears.
'What?'
'Talk to him,' Tony said.
'Who?'
'Kevin!' Tony and David both yelled.
They didn't need to tell me what Kevin had done. He'd thrown in the towel. I knew it. I looked at Kevin.
'Don't leave. You have to stay.'
'No, no, no,' Kevin replied. 'I'm off. I'm not for this.'
'This isn't happening,' I thought. I wasn't prepared mentally for such a situation. Think fast. Calm things down. Lock away the emotions. Shift into work mode.
'Come on, let's go,' said Kevin, 'I'm ready to face the press.'
'No, you're bloody not. We're having a talk before you go anywhere near the press.'
Where on earth could we find that was private? The tunnel? Crawling with television reporters. The dressing room? Heaving with emotional players. The bath area? I couldn't hold a vital conversation with an England manager as players dived into the water. Only one option presented itself. The toilet cubicles. A dramatic moment in England's long football history occurred in the ancient loos of a stadium facing demolition. The impending destruction could almost be smelled in the air.
Dragging Kevin into a cubicle, I shut the door behind us. We stood there, facing each other. 'You can't change my mind,' Kevin said. 'I'm out of here. I'm not up to it. I'm going out to the press to tell them I'm not up to it. I can't motivate the players. I can't get the extra bit out of these players that I need.'
