Probably, I just got this sent from a Blackburn supporting mate, along with the message "Is this the **** who replaced Brown with Dowie?" http://www.people.co.uk/sport/footb...earson-to-join-rovers-set-up-102039-23195661/
The reporter is so well informed he thinks AP was in charge for our last promotion as well. You should also tell him that sacking Brown and hiring Dowie was 2 different decisions not 1 move. The first I agreed with, the final straw being the decision to leave a barely able to walk Altidore on the pitch to mark Theo Walcott, whilst subbing JVoH (who looked fine) so that Garcia could play up front on his own, and leaving it like that for 10 minutes before subbing Altidore for Kilbane, which should have been the first and only sub of that particular sequence. The second decision I didn't agree with and would have preferred AP just pick the team himself rather than give the job to Dowie.
As I said, it's probably complete bollocks, but he might not be able to resist a partnership with Steve Kean, he clearly likes working with inept, useless bastards.
Just another nonsense story by the press, can see AP staying here (and rightly so). Sorry Percy, you're gonna be disappointed.
I dont believe he's going anywhere either.But i suppose the real question here is,why does our Adam keep getting linked with everyone ? I mean hes just a football director. Not a 40 goal a season striker.
I was thinking that! Plus, isn't he defeating his own argument since Pearson has worked with Brown twice?
Well yer i suppose your right. But why Adam Pearson ? While i might see him as the second coming,outside of Ull i dont think hed be much of a footy celeb ! If im a football writer sat at me desk with nothing to report,i might need to make something up about Warnock or someone. I dont think A P would be the first dude to spring to mind !
sat hunched over your computer screen, ignoring the ringing of your phone as it receives it's only call of the week: "hello son, listen I'm worried. we haven't heard anything from you in weeks, call me soon I'm worried. love always, your mother" is the voicemail message left. sat hunched over your computer screen, repeatedly pressing the long worn out f5 button on the hull city afc newsnow page. 'why isn't there anything about nigel pearson getting sacked yet?!'. a similar newsnow tab is open in your browser, only this time it's phil brown articles that are being searched. a poster hangs on your wall, the only one. the bright orange colour and the microphone are give-aways as to the identity of this person. you look over at the empty box of kleenex, you look down at the numerous cornflake bowls and scrunched up tissue papers. you are living the high life. 'its been at least an hour, I bet I can sneak in some more trolling on not606 before the obligatory sunday masturbation over myself' what to use to catch your seed this time? what implement is to hand to catch the millions of spermatozoa? what could you hold to catch the pitiful ejaculation? anything will do, it's not as if you'll be doing much today.
Over and over and over and over and over Like a monkey with a miniature cymbal The joy of repetition really is in you Under and under and under and under and under The smell of repetition really is on you
Meh, it was OK, full of standard stuff used to insult people on the internet though. Repetition in the first two paragraphs filled me with hope that we were going to get a masterpiece, but it's as if the author ran out of steam half way through and thought "Uh, I'll just go with the ****ing again, it's tried and tested" and it fell apart from thereon.
