Snowman
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The bloke is a Blade (yes I know some will say he isn't just out of spite or via some other twisted reasoning), but just accept for the moment that he is and as such he has the same emotions and opinions as other fans. So there he is having taken on the "stewardship" of the club he supports and wishes to have rise through the divisions, he pumps millions into it and bank rolls it to the extent that it achieves his dream of Premiership football and then through bad luck, bad management, a combination of both whatever, it doesn't matter for the sake of these thoughts, his club plummets to the depths it occupies today.
At the beginning of the 2015/16 season having previously been one goal away from the play offs with theoretically a squad of players that should kick on with a few judicious additions and deletions he appoints the one man most of the footballing world (and Blades at the time) would say is perfect for the mission of integrating the youth of the academy and managing the team to instant promotion. Well done Kev most said, you finally pushed the boat out salary wise and got the right man for the job. Not a former pig, not a Bladey Blade appointment, not an egotistical dictator that holds grudges, a sensible man with a proper CV of promotions.
Let's also accept that Kevin, being a very fair man, listened to the senior players who were mightily unimpressed by some of their number being hung out to dry and ostracised publicly by Clough over the season and gave Adkins the brief of managing the squad he had and allowing them "a second chance". I think we can also safely assume that Adkins warranted that his coaching would improve the playing staff.
Well, since then he has witnessed (and just imagine he is a fan like the rest of us) a manager who appoints Mc'Adoodle as captain of the club, puts his rookie keeper in for the first game which he loses 4-0 to the mighty Gills and who since then, has brought in one player who has improved the squad and four who have been completely ineffective, displayed a remarkable propensity for insane substitutions, bizarre formations, playing players out of position, talking in mind numbing cliches, displaying positivity where none is warranted only brutal honesty and displaying all the skills of football "game time" management of a wet and bedraggled slug infested lettuce leaf.
Kevin also finds that the "investment" in the squad by Clough has been so huge that not only is the transfer kitty bare, but also those "diamonds" that Clough did invest in are just about impossible to shift off the books on the basis that no-one else wants them because (a) they are crap or (b) no one will pay their inflated salaries on the daft contracts that were handed out to them at the time or (c) they are known to be perpetually injured. To top it all, one of the players who might attract a fee for reinvestment turns out to have screwed his valuation (a la Ched) by being a thick Scouse tosser with a predilection for failing drug tests.
Meanwhile off stage, the bloke he brought in to invest in the club gets a ministerial job that means he can't properly take a managerial interest in the running of the club, his bezzy mate turns out to be a former Turkish "Ultra" and his business adviser loves twittering stuff which ought to be kept in house. Following the investment in smart new pitches and a "statement of intent" of blowing the budget on Brayford and getting no return in the sense of promotion and making another pay off to a manager and staff, he is said to be losing interest and reluctant to invest further. Kevn is having to keep him and his entourage interested whilst they get flak that they are completely unused to from the unfriendly and angry natives.
Against all this backdrop he has to decide whether he has unintentionally dropped the biggest bollock since appointing Weir or whether he keeps faith in a manager which most of the fans seem to have "seen through" as being an emperor with no clothes.
What would you do? I'd slit mi wrists!
At the beginning of the 2015/16 season having previously been one goal away from the play offs with theoretically a squad of players that should kick on with a few judicious additions and deletions he appoints the one man most of the footballing world (and Blades at the time) would say is perfect for the mission of integrating the youth of the academy and managing the team to instant promotion. Well done Kev most said, you finally pushed the boat out salary wise and got the right man for the job. Not a former pig, not a Bladey Blade appointment, not an egotistical dictator that holds grudges, a sensible man with a proper CV of promotions.
Let's also accept that Kevin, being a very fair man, listened to the senior players who were mightily unimpressed by some of their number being hung out to dry and ostracised publicly by Clough over the season and gave Adkins the brief of managing the squad he had and allowing them "a second chance". I think we can also safely assume that Adkins warranted that his coaching would improve the playing staff.
Well, since then he has witnessed (and just imagine he is a fan like the rest of us) a manager who appoints Mc'Adoodle as captain of the club, puts his rookie keeper in for the first game which he loses 4-0 to the mighty Gills and who since then, has brought in one player who has improved the squad and four who have been completely ineffective, displayed a remarkable propensity for insane substitutions, bizarre formations, playing players out of position, talking in mind numbing cliches, displaying positivity where none is warranted only brutal honesty and displaying all the skills of football "game time" management of a wet and bedraggled slug infested lettuce leaf.
Kevin also finds that the "investment" in the squad by Clough has been so huge that not only is the transfer kitty bare, but also those "diamonds" that Clough did invest in are just about impossible to shift off the books on the basis that no-one else wants them because (a) they are crap or (b) no one will pay their inflated salaries on the daft contracts that were handed out to them at the time or (c) they are known to be perpetually injured. To top it all, one of the players who might attract a fee for reinvestment turns out to have screwed his valuation (a la Ched) by being a thick Scouse tosser with a predilection for failing drug tests.
Meanwhile off stage, the bloke he brought in to invest in the club gets a ministerial job that means he can't properly take a managerial interest in the running of the club, his bezzy mate turns out to be a former Turkish "Ultra" and his business adviser loves twittering stuff which ought to be kept in house. Following the investment in smart new pitches and a "statement of intent" of blowing the budget on Brayford and getting no return in the sense of promotion and making another pay off to a manager and staff, he is said to be losing interest and reluctant to invest further. Kevn is having to keep him and his entourage interested whilst they get flak that they are completely unused to from the unfriendly and angry natives.
Against all this backdrop he has to decide whether he has unintentionally dropped the biggest bollock since appointing Weir or whether he keeps faith in a manager which most of the fans seem to have "seen through" as being an emperor with no clothes.
What would you do? I'd slit mi wrists!
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