A while ago I'd listen to RODGERS, y'know, when they were having a bad time of it, positively oozing wang about 'positives' and whatnot he was...and I'd chortle to meself then and think 'Oh Brendan, Mate, you're a massive over-hyped tit, you truly are... full of your own whimsy, do shut up with this piffle' I'd say '...your fans, backward as they are, deserve more'... I'd think 'Brendan, a turd with sprinkles on is still a turd, my man, pipe down, you boob etc...' And I'd laugh then, at BRENDAN, thinking how can they (the RS) accept these clear lies and waffle, what fools they must be (are)...
Cut to now and I listen to BOBSY... and I'm not laughing, not now, because I just keep hearing the words 'Moment' (always out of context BTW), 'Momentum' & 'phenomenal'. I hear about 'commitment' and 'passion' and 'teamwork'. Yet I'm not seeing it. I'm looking, but I'm just not...
I didn't want him at the start but I wanted to like him. In fact I wanted to LOVE him.
I also wanted him to come out last night and win me over by showing a bit of bite over the MIRALLAS palaver. He didn't. Instead he suggested the 1st half went'exactly as planned'...
So, the options now have been laid bare, more than once within the forum - If the next 3 games spew poor results then he's got to go, there can't be any other outcome. Which will mean, I imagine, DUNCAN FERGUSON will be put in charge until the season end because, really, who would you get in? Who would even come? SHERWOOD? Why? (Meaning why would you want him?)
As I've said, I wanted to like him, the BOBSY, and I wanted it to work. But it isn't and it seems it doesn't. And then I think, maybe, how could it? He brought an entire back-room almost from a relegated club. He's attempting to play the same type of gung-ho (tikkity-takkity, whatev's) football he did then...with that relegated club. The one - to repeat - that he felt he couldn't 'bring back up' from the championship.
More than anything at the moment though...I just feel sad.
And a bit wired too I reckon because I've even thought, briefly, about the return of MOYES*.
*which passed after a big sh*t*