So says Chris Sutton. http://www.bbc.co.uk/sport/football/37783264 Its not great analysis but it makes the point that Moyes hasn't helped himself with his negative attitude. I'm inclined to agree with that opinion. There's no mention of our failings in the transfer market but, as the piece asks, would we only be on 2 points if Allardyce was still in charge?
I think Sutton is a bit of a cock. But he's not wrong at all. Moyes' doom-mongering has bit him , and us, well and truly on the arass. Sam in the frame for the Wolves job...
I always find this Kipling piece is very appropriate when things are going very bad or very well to offer a sense of balance.. If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, Or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise: If you can dream—and not make dreams your master; If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim; If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two impostors just the same; If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools: If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breathe a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’ If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch, If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you, If all men count with you, but none too much; If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run, Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it, And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son! Source: A Choice of Kipling's Verse (1943)
That's very nice @MrRAWhite. Personally, I prefer this one by William Ernest Henley. Its seen me through some very dark times. Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds and shall find me unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul.
Norton, your thread got a bit deep very quickly. But you and RAW have just posted 2 verses that should be required reading for all children, irrespective of race, creed, culture or religion. Kudos, both of you.
As poems go... I once knew a man named Keith Who circumcised men with his teeth He didn't do it for leisure Or sexual pleasure But did it for the cheese underneath That's posted by a chap with first class degrees in both English Literature and Creative Writing. Education is overrated.
This is a wonderful poem from an unknown Frenchman Une Petite, Deux Petite Set on, De Valle, Une Petite, Deux, Petite Ad Er Gret Falle..
