I'm bored and had a sherry. Forgive me. Anyway, I've noted we seem to have a habit of appointing likeable managers or utter human tragedies as managers.
Martinez, the smooth talking sex pot.
Koeman, the golf fixated moon headed, arrogant, graceless toad.
Allardyce, the not entirely hateable gravy stained hoofball merchant
Marco Silva, decent enough guy but a bit meh.
Ancelotti, the suave and charming deserter. Had our knickers down before going back to his true love.
Benitez, the bedsheet ruining by proxy bag of poison
Lampard, the cheeky scamp vibing with the fans.
What we getting next? Loveable rogue, or catastrophic waste of humanity? Name names.
Martinez, the smooth talking sex pot.
Koeman, the golf fixated moon headed, arrogant, graceless toad.
Allardyce, the not entirely hateable gravy stained hoofball merchant
Marco Silva, decent enough guy but a bit meh.
Ancelotti, the suave and charming deserter. Had our knickers down before going back to his true love.
Benitez, the bedsheet ruining by proxy bag of poison
Lampard, the cheeky scamp vibing with the fans.
What we getting next? Loveable rogue, or catastrophic waste of humanity? Name names.