'wait!' the siren voices of Cafe wail 'if we are to endure another footy thread, then can it at least be about someone that some of us have heard of'.
And that, dear cyclingpeeps, is the point. Brendan Rogers? Who he? Well, actually he's the manager of Swansea, and it would appear that he has decided to save Roman The Crazed Axeman Abramovich the trouble of embarrassing himself, by getting the embarrassment in first. Brendan Rogers, in his first season in charge of a Premiership team has decided that he doesn't want to manage Chelsea, third or fourth richest club in the world, because he wants build his career 'not destroy it'.
Oh, the delicious shame of it all. Arsenal and Spurs fans, each one of them in love with their respective managers, can hardly believe the cloying gooey crumbly yummyscrummy tastiness of Chelsea's discomfiture. Did I say Arsenal and Spurs? Why, Fulham and QPR fans are looking down their noses at a club and an owner that apparently doesn't allow the manager to pick the team and sacks them when the players get arsey. Even Crystal Palace and Brentford fans are dusting off long-forgotten rivalries, wondering if teetering on the brink of bankruptcy isn't a tad more elegant than drowning, stupidly, in fivers. How completely unsmart is it to pay a thirteen million quid transfer fee for a manager who you then kick out of the door in eight months?
Abramovich stole his country and is now flushing the proceeds down the drain (check out the girlfriends 'art' shows if you want further proof). Money can buy you yachts, but it can't stop you making a complete wazzock out of yourself. And that, dear peeps, is the lesson. For all that we hanker for a bit of bike bling or a holiday in the sun, would any of us rather be Roman Abramovich? No, because we've got far too much about us.
So, Roman old chap, you can keep your squillions. Just make sure that when the hard times come you've salted away enough for a decent hybrid. And remember, also, that logging on to CC doesn't cost you a single rouble.
And that, dear cyclingpeeps, is the point. Brendan Rogers? Who he? Well, actually he's the manager of Swansea, and it would appear that he has decided to save Roman The Crazed Axeman Abramovich the trouble of embarrassing himself, by getting the embarrassment in first. Brendan Rogers, in his first season in charge of a Premiership team has decided that he doesn't want to manage Chelsea, third or fourth richest club in the world, because he wants build his career 'not destroy it'.
Oh, the delicious shame of it all. Arsenal and Spurs fans, each one of them in love with their respective managers, can hardly believe the cloying gooey crumbly yummyscrummy tastiness of Chelsea's discomfiture. Did I say Arsenal and Spurs? Why, Fulham and QPR fans are looking down their noses at a club and an owner that apparently doesn't allow the manager to pick the team and sacks them when the players get arsey. Even Crystal Palace and Brentford fans are dusting off long-forgotten rivalries, wondering if teetering on the brink of bankruptcy isn't a tad more elegant than drowning, stupidly, in fivers. How completely unsmart is it to pay a thirteen million quid transfer fee for a manager who you then kick out of the door in eight months?
Abramovich stole his country and is now flushing the proceeds down the drain (check out the girlfriends 'art' shows if you want further proof). Money can buy you yachts, but it can't stop you making a complete wazzock out of yourself. And that, dear peeps, is the lesson. For all that we hanker for a bit of bike bling or a holiday in the sun, would any of us rather be Roman Abramovich? No, because we've got far too much about us.
So, Roman old chap, you can keep your squillions. Just make sure that when the hard times come you've salted away enough for a decent hybrid. And remember, also, that logging on to CC doesn't cost you a single rouble.
