Steve Evans, convicted criminal.
Has a heart-wrenching ring to it, doesn't it? This is the guy, who despite being convicted of what was referred to as 'football doping', or in plain English, ensuring that players were signed with the clear intention of helping them to avoid their legitimate tax obligations, has managed to bounce back with ToyTown International.
So Fatty Evans was caught bang to rights, but with his eye for an opportunity, the Fat One has managed to bring his tarnished reputation to this season's 'wonder' club. Don't worry Rovrum fans, you'll pay heavily (geddit?) for selecting Evans as your manager. If you ever had a sniff of the moral high ground, by employing this football tubby you lost any chance of criticising any other club ever again. You employed a thief, a rogue, a dastardly villain. He's ugly as well. Not content with stuffing his face with creme eggs, vindaloos, and raw egg smoothies, he should have inherited the cloth hood as worn by the Elephant Man, such is his physique an advertisement for first world obesity.
Ugly man, managing a piddly little team, who delude themselves they can ever be more than the Clampett's to their big city neighbours. Any criticisms about SUFC that leave Evans' chubby lips have no more chance of being believed than a one legged man in a tap dancing competition.
Steve Evans, the fat prick's fat prick.