While I am steeped in blue disappointments - loosing to the S**** at the 67 final, and a semi-final replay thumping 5-0 by Barcelona in the Fairs particular scarred my early years - there was something so pitifully abject and negative about last night's display against Munich, I counted myself lucky I hadn't managed to secure a ticket, endure it in the flesh, even if I had to endure the revolting Glen 'Moses' Hoddle's blathering on the box! Perhaps the fact that we could commiserate with many of the players after the game, round the corner at our 'local', that there wasn't the divide between players and fans there is these days, and our team where our own, not frankly the over-paid personality-free bunch of mercenaries (Dave excepted), they've become since the likes of JT (very old school guy, chat to anyone) hung up their boots, meant we forgave more? Kipper just about sums it up, the twat! Frank, suggest you get these young 'talents' to watch a video of the Final against Munich; our true Alamo, could hardly muster a bench. Reece James is the only finished worthwhile commodity among them in my view. He's 18, I think. Some of our 'young' talent aren't young at all, they are just plain immature, need a kick in the pants or they will end up like Bamford at L****s.
The thought of the return leg..... let us not go there!
Now, I don't know who was responsible for the colossal keystone cock-up that was the transfer window - and I don't credit the get-out that Frank was a helpless pawn in that - compounded by their stunt on new marketing sign-up - but I predict it will cost us dear i.e. we won't secure 4th place, and perhaps miss out on Europe altogether. Here, at Sue and Ruin & Co, such plonker antics would lead to the carboard box treatment and a back door departure, I can tell you.
The jury is out on Frank, and there are too many similarities with the great Bobby Charlton for my liking. Probably the greatest English forward I've ever seen in the flesh but, my, was the legend tarnished to the point of ridicule by a train-wreck of a managerial career, which sent his beloved PNE into a tail-spin of successive relegations. Would they have let him near United? Would they f**k! Who was there at Shearer's memorable debut at Newcastle, when we thumped them 2-0? My host, a fan since childhood of the Geordies, had tears in his eyes... Sensibly Shearer opted for a change of career, legend preserved.
With Frank its a case of all too much, much too young. Speaking Latin, as any lawyer will tell you, doesn't necessarily make you a good lawyer - let alone a football manager. Being a great player, doesn't necessarily qualify you as a good manager. Many great managers, now or in their time - Jose, SD at Burnley, Chris Wilder, Woy Hogdson who works miracles at Palace on no budget - weren't memorable players. Charlton thought with his heart, and as for his head - well, he used it to head balls didn't he (don't mean the over-inflated bollocks of some of our young 'talent', which would be good management in my view). Now JT may be taking the long road, learning from whoever he can, but I'd better anyone a nosh-up at the Ivy, he will eventually get where he is going?
Appreciate, there are many true blues, and no doubt many views... and you are entitled to put them...