I was in analysis, you should know that about me, I was in group analysis when I was younger, ’cause I couldn’t afford private…I was captain of the latent paranoid softball team. We used to play all the neurotics on sunday morning. Nailbiters against the bedwetters, and if you’ve never seen neurotics play softball, it’s really funny. I used to steal second base, and feel guilty and go back.
Obviously stolen from Woody Allen, but I am seriously beginning to wonder about the mental health of my fellow fan. The narrow mindedness of many has left me pretty convinced that we are in no small part supported by a gaggle of small mined simpletons. Ha. Maybe this is my Gerald Ratner moment. Well if I wake up after lunch to discover they’ve gone then sentient few that remain are blessed.
Do we need strikers, do we in fact need a bit of need of good transfer lovin’ in any number of departments? Of course we do.
But does anyone seriously believe that Levy & Co. are somehow nonchalantly swanning about only occasionally checking their email during the adverts on daytime television? These critics are the same pseudo commie neo pinko idiots that still believe the Chairman’s only in it for the money and/or that Joe Lewis needs to stick his hand in his pocket. Jesus wept.
Patience isn’t a virtue in football, as in real life it’s a necessity. If you think that footballers sit on shelves in some mystical footballer supermarket somewhere, beneath a shelf-talker with bar code and care instructions printed upon it? Some expectens of millions spent on a man who they can adopt and champion as ‘this seasons Messiah’ with the same expedience they’d employ buying a Happy Meal.
I hear your pain brother, alas Mr Jolly lives next door. The firm are on it.