Curiously enough I was having a chat with a blogger of another Premier League side a few days ago and we both agreed that the word ‘cannibalism’ was indeed about the size of it. His club’s fans have also developed a taste for their brethren’s flesh.
So how long are you, in your inimitable wisdom prepared to give Andrè Villas-Boas?
I’m giving him my full support come what may until 3.15 on Saturday the 9th of February next year. By then I expect the following:
1. Us to be higher in the league than we are now.
2. To have played some excellent, dare I say it sexy football on a pretty routine basis.
3. To have demonstrated to any fair minded person that he is worth keeping on.
If it by this time, fifteen minutes into the Newcastle game indoors, he is looking every inch the Mr Bean/David Brent hybrid that some are suggesting now; after three games then I want to see him flung into a weighted, chained suit as per the scene in the excellent movie, Brazil. AVB ought must be hoisted in the style of Mr. Archibald Buttle out of The Lane. Destination? Parts unknown.
Cannibalism was ordinarily sanctioned by a cultural norm, but to be frank those cultures are pretty few and far between these days and it’s perhaps ambitious to think they might have wi-fi. Extreme famine can be a cause, but in the main people eating people is the domain of the mentally ill, or deviant. Perhaps consider which category you best fall into the next time you take a bite out of someone.