Informative and eloquently put.Not for me. Other managers have achieved a lot on a limited budget. They have managed with low crowds and no muscle in the transfer market, no Hollywood-style headlines at anything they did, no bias from refs and officials and absolutely no friends in high places.
The pisscan had more money at his disposal when he went to the swamp than any other manager in the clubs' history, and he routinely failed at everything he did - despite spending record-breaking amounts. An extremely flukey goal from Mark Robins saved him his job because by then even the fans had turned on him...big time.
Then, with almost uncanny timing, Rupert Murdoch and his Sly company ploughed even more money into the club leaving the rags as the only club that could literally outspend any other in their pursuit of glory.
Pisscan just happened top be the manager of the rags at the time the Premier league began. Not only was he given free rein in the transfer market, his bullying, foul-mouthed intimidation of match officials meant he got more injury time than any other club when he needed it. Essentially, that club under his dictatorial leadership, were permitted to do precisely what they wanted in the early years of the Prem, with no interference from the sports' governing body whatsoever.
His style of football was not innovative, like Pep's. The pisscan liked speedy wingers and crosses into the box. That's it. They were -and still are- a team playing a brand of football that was considered 'stale and old fashioned' in the 80's.
Money (lots of it), underhanded dealings in the transfer market, insisting his players only signed management deals with his own son's agency, bullying and intimidating any and all officials who wouldn't kneel before him.
But worse than that, he routinely insulted the club I have loved all my life with his childish and vindictive comments.
Jelly and ice cream indeed.
'You're my club now...'As Papa Lazarou would say, this is just a saga now.
Long may it continue.
Jenna!! xxxI see the Rag rags are now reporting that PSG are going to sell Mbappe to United.
'You're my club now...'
Twenty-nine if I am correct. And yes for a Scum keeper.If he does leave how many did he concede against us?
Must be a record!
Not forgetting that almost immediately after nited’s 1990 FA Cup win it was announced English clubs (bar liverpool) would be allowed back into Europe the following season giving them a nice head start.Not for me. Other managers have achieved a lot on a limited budget. They have managed with low crowds and no muscle in the transfer market, no Hollywood-style headlines at anything they did, no bias from refs and officials and absolutely no friends in high places.
The pisscan had more money at his disposal when he went to the swamp than any other manager in the clubs' history, and he routinely failed at everything he did - despite spending record-breaking amounts. An extremely flukey goal from Mark Robins saved him his job because by then even the fans had turned on him...big time.
Then, with almost uncanny timing, Rupert Murdoch and his Sly company ploughed even more money into the club leaving the rags as the only club that could literally outspend any other in their pursuit of glory.
Pisscan just happened top be the manager of the rags at the time the Premier league began. Not only was he given free rein in the transfer market, his bullying, foul-mouthed intimidation of match officials meant he got more injury time than any other club when he needed it. Essentially, that club under his dictatorial leadership, were permitted to do precisely what they wanted in the early years of the Prem, with no interference from the sports' governing body whatsoever.
His style of football was not innovative, like Pep's. The pisscan liked speedy wingers and crosses into the box. That's it. They were -and still are- a team playing a brand of football that was considered 'stale and old fashioned' in the 80's.
Money (lots of it), underhanded dealings in the transfer market, insisting his players only signed management deals with his own son's agency, bullying and intimidating any and all officials who wouldn't kneel before him.
But worse than that, he routinely insulted the club I have loved all my life with his childish and vindictive comments.
Jelly and ice cream indeed.