"Morning Mick, how are we this morning?" "Not good, Fiona....I've lost that magic touch, lost the players, lost the plot and lost the fans too!" "Yes, I rather think so dear...I heard all the booing" "But you weren't at the match..." "I heard it from here, Mick...sorry. Is it time to say sod it, retire and get a life back?" "Naah, I'll sort it somehow, I'll persuade ME to throw some dosh at some skilful, talented and creative players." "But I thought you had loads of talent and younger players" "You should have seen their faces in the dressing room. No bloody Xmas cheer there!" I have been reading up on some of the club forums.....not a happy read, dear! And those blokes on one called not707 or something, seem to know what they are talking about. Whats this Skuglass stuff...and hoofball then? They say they want be entertained, something to cheer about, and we cant pass the ball let alone score goals. There's this really mouthy member called Spanish but he does seem to nail it, Mick. Here's a nice idea, dearest.You are a decent bloke, better than that money laundering sh..head owner. How about you and ME have a really good chat Thursday morning and agree to give all those lovely men, boys and girls from Suffolk the best present they ever had... ... ..and give them their famous Club back! And we can retire in some quiet leafy place in Ireland."