So, let’s get this right: you changed your mind after we won the league (what foresight), then, when we didn’t match the record-breaking season under Peller’s, you decided, like a kid with a new toy, to suddenly be against. There was no luck in winning the league. There never is. 38 games. Whoever is top, is top, not because someone else blew it, but because they’re the best team. The football we played last year was sublime. Goals rained in. We demolished some of the countries best sides. But nope, nothing to do with the manager. All despite him. And this season, it’s not quite gone to plan and it’s all the manager’s fault. You want it both ways. Bullshit.