So fickle Dutch fucker, Louis Van Gaal, is ‘all set to be new Manchester United manager’. Well may The Lord have mercy on him. And by ‘the Lord’, I mean Wayne Rooney here, there least likely ‘lord’ of all. Because the scummy Scouse striker and sometime granny-shagger has as good as admitted that he and a few others created ‘a lot of negativity’ during the Moyes months and must ‘accept the responsibility’. Damned right they should. Any player ‘under-performing’ due to some vague personality conflict with their manager, their boss, their superior, should lose their pay. Rooney gets the best part of 300 grand a week to play to the best of his ability. And in that rather simple contract, he failed miserably. Its not his place to question; he lacks the intellect, its not his role to make decisions about the management or anything else about the ‘club’ in general. His job is to kick a football. And kick it well, and preferably goal-wards. And he failed. Thus failing the fans, the club and obviously, the manager. Or ex-manager. And he failed intentionally. Which makes it all a bit sick.

So in strolls Giggsy, who has played for United since before he was born, the hero, the man of the club, and Rooney suddenly performs like an England striker once more. I love Ryan Giggs, he’s a class act. Except when he having an affair with his brother’s wife and took out a superinjunction rather than face the flack, which came along anyway. As the Daily Mail reminded us just the other day with its usual ‘forget the big picture here, let’s get reactionary about the irrelevant details’ approach. In which it almost declared Giggs unfit to manage a football club because of immoral behaviour in his past. By which logic they should just shut down the whole government right now and instil me as head of the nation, dictator, boss and tyrant as soon as I’ve gotten my Kim Jong Un haircut and piled on a few extra kilos round my belly.

But Van Gaal has been earmarked for Spurs. A proper team who treat managers with respect and patience. Unless they lose a few matches in which case they’re gone in 60 seconds. Yet suddenly, he’s Man United through and through. Or so he reckons. Because Carlo Ancelotti, miserable manager of Real Madrid and coaching superstar, has thrown his own hat into the ring at Old Trafford too. Which means that whatever happens Real will kick him out at the end of the season, for even thinking about leaving. Even though they generally have a bit of a managerial clearout at the end of each season anyway.

And so the merry-go-round keeps on its merry little circuits, with the few truly great managers getting rotated about the only clubs that can afford them.

The upshot being that ginger pairah Moyes may end up at Spurs. And I’d be glad to have him. The man has true quality and assuming that players are actually prepared to play for him, would be an asset anywhere. Except Man United, obviously.

Ok, lunch and LIverpool/Chelsea. My kind of menu.

Happy sunday

A xxxx