Having come out from under the duvet, I'm beginning to try to make sense of the last few weeks. (Currently on Cephalonia, and I'll tell you what, people, this travelling around lark is great, but when the oldest love of your life is going through this sort of crisis, being out of internet contact for more than 10 minutes is scary. Excuse digression).
As a few have pointed out, the time between everything going into meltdown and us ending up appointing a manager of some international standing is less than three weeks.
Hmm. So how did this go then?
LR: Well, not a bad result, Mauricio. United were better than us second half, but still, a good finish to our season, wasn't it?
MP: Si, but a-now I want to speak to the Hotspurs - oh and Luke Shaw. He having a leetle chat with Ryan Giggs - this good, si?
LR: Well damn me, Mauricio. That's a shock. What shall we do?
Or was it?
MP: (strangely now in impeccable English) Hey, Les. Highest points score. Unbeaten against United. Highest finish, and best goal difference. So where's the new contract? I have the watch and I'm ready to sign.
LR: Sure. Just sign there.
MP: But this is some sort of application for a job at a team called Tottingham or something.
LR: That's right, Cortese puppet. Meet my friend Henk here. He's our new manager's interpreter. You can take David with you, if you want.
So the question is, does anyone else wonder whether there was some sort of "night of the long knives"? Is anyone else suspicious about the speed with which RK was approached?
Just a thought, and an esoteric one of course. We will never know - there is no 30 year rule on Football Clubs! - and it probably doesn't matter. But during a slow news time, while we await to see what the new Dutch broom is going to do, I'd be intrested to find out if anyone else has had similar thoughts. Of course if any of the moles know anything, I'd be even more interested.
None of the above detracts from the point that I am now a much happier Saint than I was. Being shut up with me 24/7, my wife is delighted, even if she did say on first seeing RK in interview that he was "not as fit as Mauricio". I bet Les didn't factor this in!
As a few have pointed out, the time between everything going into meltdown and us ending up appointing a manager of some international standing is less than three weeks.
Hmm. So how did this go then?
LR: Well, not a bad result, Mauricio. United were better than us second half, but still, a good finish to our season, wasn't it?
MP: Si, but a-now I want to speak to the Hotspurs - oh and Luke Shaw. He having a leetle chat with Ryan Giggs - this good, si?
LR: Well damn me, Mauricio. That's a shock. What shall we do?
Or was it?
MP: (strangely now in impeccable English) Hey, Les. Highest points score. Unbeaten against United. Highest finish, and best goal difference. So where's the new contract? I have the watch and I'm ready to sign.
LR: Sure. Just sign there.
MP: But this is some sort of application for a job at a team called Tottingham or something.
LR: That's right, Cortese puppet. Meet my friend Henk here. He's our new manager's interpreter. You can take David with you, if you want.
So the question is, does anyone else wonder whether there was some sort of "night of the long knives"? Is anyone else suspicious about the speed with which RK was approached?
Just a thought, and an esoteric one of course. We will never know - there is no 30 year rule on Football Clubs! - and it probably doesn't matter. But during a slow news time, while we await to see what the new Dutch broom is going to do, I'd be intrested to find out if anyone else has had similar thoughts. Of course if any of the moles know anything, I'd be even more interested.
None of the above detracts from the point that I am now a much happier Saint than I was. Being shut up with me 24/7, my wife is delighted, even if she did say on first seeing RK in interview that he was "not as fit as Mauricio". I bet Les didn't factor this in!