If I were Dragan Solak this morning, I would be in despair at the utter failure of my appointments on the football side of the club. The business side is a different matter and appears to be doing okay under Phil Parsons, but, stating the bleeding obvious, if the football side is going to ****, everything else is irrelevant.
If I were Dragan Solak this morning I would have everyone involved in the football team, from Johannes Spors down to every player in the first team squad, in the lecture hall at Staplewood and lay it on the line. They are all responsible for the mess they have made of our once proud club. They all have to take responsibility for turning things around or they have to go. No one is exempt, no one is indispensable. Dragan must obviously take his share of the blame, and of course the buck stops with him.
If I were him I would be looking for new buyers but that is possibly even riskier than staying put. Who would buy the rancid pile of fetid dingo **** that once was a football club?
The rot has to stop, and soon, or the downward spiral will only accelerate. Last time we were in this kind of mess we were saved from liquidation by Markus Liebherr, but his legacy has been destroyed by first his daughter and Ralph Kruger, then by Jisheng Gao, and now by Rasmus Ankersen, Henrik Kraft and the others involved in Sport Republic.
If I were Dragan Solak this morning I would be looking at myself in the mirror and shouting, very loudly and in Serbian,
“You ****ing idiot!”