So here’s what you do:
you get a manager to run your football team and you give him massisve power over finances, over training, over development and recruitment and you pay him a small fortune, the turnover of several small companies, to do his job. And then, after a relatively short period of time, you sack him, pay him off for the remainder of his contract and hire another.
And that’s ‘good management’ by the board. That’s how to ensure stability and long-term success at the football club. Never mind that the immediate effects on all and sundry are simply devastating and destabilising.

Particularly for me.

Because the fans have to have confidence in their team’s manager. Even if we don’t like the guy, he’s our commander-in-chief and its a given that ‘in the manager we trust’. He is a god, on so many levels. So we invest in him. Emotionally, intellectually (not you, obviously), on every level we simply have to believe that he’s good and on the right track and moving us where we want to be.

And then they pull that rug right out from under our feet.

Actually, he’s a wanker, we lost to Liverpool, so kick him out, pay him his 4.5 million quid and send him packing.
And the next contestant; come on down to the Lane.

Fuck me its depressing. Sunday’s loss was bad. I read no texts yesterday, didn’t answer the phone, steered clear of emails. Wore a mask on the street, hat pulled low and generally hid. To avoid the flack over the Sunday result. But the humiliation of that one game, however horrible, is nothing compared to being part of a club who seem to have no vision, no long-term plan, who bumble and stumble from manager to manager, employ useless ‘directors of football’, and seem merely to just ‘throw money at the problem’, whatever that particular problem may be, without any thought of the farther consequence of their actions.

So from now until the summer we have Tim Sherwood running the team. Well, him and two dozen assorted coaches, directors, technical advisors, freeloaders, jobsworths and tossers. Whilst we search out the (next) perfect manager. Great.

I’d rather have Glen Hoddle in for the short term. At least I love him and he has a managerial record. (No, not ‘diamond lights’, that was just a mistake; a big mistake).
Then we’ll get a new ‘proper’ manager.

The advert will read: come and manage Spurs; you won’t stay long but you’ll never have to work again anyway. And whatever happens, you can’t fuck it up any worse than the last guy.

Chelsea use a ‘rotating-door’ managerial policy, as do Manchester City. Both horrible, hateful organisations which amazingly succeed because they have massive squads of superstars whose combined brilliance generally exceeds any managerial shortcomings. Spurs don’t. We have a new team that hasn’t gelled, we’re mired in a cycle of disappointment and hope and we’re shit. So losing the manager won’t do any favours to anyone.

And who’d want that poison challice that is the management job at Spurs? We can’t offer champions league football, nor yet a massive stadium with corresponding revenue. Just the hollow promise that ‘we’re a big club’. In all but results.

I fucking hate football. Its darts for me from now on. At least fat, toothless drunks don’t need managers.

Happy tuesday, farewell AVB.

A xxxx