Whining Warnock is back
For fuck’s sake, I was hoping I wouldn’t have to write this. I’ve been watching the Championship results roll in over the past few weeks hoping, praying, that this wouldn’t be the case. Unfortunately though it is. That’s right fella’s, Neil Warnock is still in a job. Not only is the twat still employed by Cardiff City, he’s also taken them into the Premier League. Personally, this is the worst possible scenario from the weekend’s results. His side drew 0-0 with Reading, meaning that Fulham just needed to beat lowly Birmingham City for automatic promotion. One win, just one more win for Slavisa Jokanovic. Couldn’t do it though, could you Slavisa you useless prick? Now we have to suffer that moaning, arl bastard for at least the first ten games of next season. Hopefully Vincent Tan will have seen through him by then and got rid, doing us all a favour in the process.
The model man
Of course we all heard the sad news at the weekend of Sir Alex Ferguson‘s sad situation. For those who aren’t fully aware, Fergie was rushed to hospital for emergency surgery on Saturday afternoon after a suspected brain haemorrhage and has been in a coma since. Now I am proud Scouser and Fergie was always a great pantomime villain. For as much as I despised the man while he was in charge of Manchester United and for as many weekends of mine that he ruined as a kid, I do have a heart and I wish him all the best for a speedy recovery. I never liked the man but I had the utmost respect for everything he achieved in the game. For me, he was the perfect manager who made up for his weaknesses as a coach and tactician by surrounding himself with people who made up for those weaknesses and delegating accordingly. He always put his side first but always acted with class and dignity too. It’s something the incumbent manager of Manchester United could do with a lesson in.
We’re still all laughing at Everton
Yes lads, it’s that time again. It’s been a while since I’ve done this but The Ev have excelled themselves once again. They have called Liverpool all the lucky bastards under the sun this week for getting to the Champions League final, so what happens at the weekend? Well, picture the scene. They’re 1-0 down and are in injury time of injury time. Tom Davies takes a shot from the edge of the area which goes in via a deflection off Wesley Hoedt, equalising for them in the time that shouldn’t have even been played. Fans then empty the ground quicker than you can say ‘Allardyce out’ in protest of Big Sam’s employment at the club and the shit season they’ve had. Add on top of that that Eliaquim Mangala, currently on loan from Manchester City, went back to his parent club to parade the Premier League trophy around Eastlands and pick up his winners medal on Sunday, and it caps off a quietly embarrassing weekend for the blue shite. That’s been there season and I have one thing to say to the Everton board – don’t be too hasty when deciding that fat bastards future.
