You're becoming an irritant. You clearly have no respect for experience. No-one has until they get it. I've played and seen a great deal more football than you. Allardyce is a Dinosaur, like Beck, Bassett, Blackwell and Others. I don't like him, his anti-football or his dubious past, but I dare say you know little or nothing about that. I don't want him or his like anywhere near my club, so please don't trouble to tell me he wouldn't come as though that's some bizarre Badge of Honour. I'm delighted, Fat Sam, that you wouldn't dream of being our manager. It spares me the nightmare scenario that you and your brown paper actually might.
I have got a grip and I've got an opinion, based on many years of playing and watching the game. I know which teams win the leagues and trophies. The ones who play the best football, and it ain't Hoofball.
I have tried to explain that simple proposition to you on a number of occasions now, but you choose dismissive flippancies rather than reason.
We can have a discussion, by all means, but don't persist with silly sideswipes like "get a grip" and "pathetic" or dialogue will cease.
As I say, you worship at the altar of non-football if you wish, it's your right, but you won't deny me the right to say it's been conclusively demonstrated to fail or that I don't rate your mate Allardyce or the shite he substitutes for football. You know, this nonsense only prevails in S2, don't you? Elsewhere it's universally acknowledged that the argument ended years ago. The referee stopped the fight to save Hoof from further punishment.