Uilleam

Erse.

And, the more you look, the worse it gets....

Gomerels; but with a bad, very bad, bit in them.

Like the products of some psychotic CGI wizard.

Brace yourself, Sheilas.... The 'Trinity Tims', Messrs Rum, Bum, and Concertina, stars of rasellik podosphere, (three wise monkeys, who saw no evil, heard no evil, and certainly never talked about any evil) reveal all about the takeover -the truth, unexpurgated, unvarnished, unpalatable, and, frankly, un-fucking-likely: It was good while it lasted. I'm away to watch 'The Truman Show'.

Therein lies your problem. Have you not had enough of instant answers? Is it not time for a slower, more thorough, percolated, solution?

So, @compo just what DID you hear at the Pope's funeral, last week. No use denying it, you were seen, and it was noted that you left early to catch the racing at Capannelle.

Farewell, and adieu All you fair Yorkshire ladies Farewell, and adieu All you ladies of Leeds

The guy with the sellik tap is Marc O'Rose. Marathe, Steinsson, and sundry others were at Elland Road, last night. Interestingly, so was Daniel Farke. Just, em, sayin', like.

So you may profit from it? Not bloody likely. Look, if you must have the last, cavilling, word, I'll be generous, and give it to you. Here it is: "THE LAST WORD" Copy, and paste it onto your Honours Board.

I know where the smart money would go.

He's in the Court of Public Opinion,from which there is, generally, scant chance of appeal.

Try that one in court.

If it's wholly innocent, as you seem to imply, why shouldn't he explain? On the other hand.....

Is that the only reason? Did he hate us when he played for them? Before then? When he managed Dunfermline?

Any idea why?

If he has sellik sympathies, it remains a 'No' from me. It would, actually, be incredibly disappointing if the best that we could get was someone with a degree of affection for our enemies. Not that it matters, none of us have any influence. I await an explanation for the bizarre photograph, from him, once he is in situ.

Although Stein was a member of the same Lodge as my grandfather, I don't know if he had leanings towards Rangers. He had played for the fhilth in the 50s, on the other hand. If Marco Rose could be as successful with Rangers as Stein was with them, I think many people would feel able to forgive him many, if not all, indiscretions.

They did. Neither were/are a potential manager with leanings towards the fhilth, of course. I don't want a sellikman in charge. Players I can thole.

As I said. I don't want a manager/coach/whatever with if you do, then hell mend you.

Herr Rose would have to go some to live it down - not impossible, I concede. To do so, he would need (have to recruit) a battery of players who are fit, fast, physically strong, possessed of basic skills, which they are able to apply, tactically astute and flexible, are 'professional' on and off the pitch, who do not feel that they are slumming it, and who will refuse to be bullied. (The same would apply, no matter the appointment, of course.) If he can do that, and win, then the unfortunate photograph might, just might, be consigned to the dustbin of history. Much might depend upon nothing adverse emerging as to quite why he chose to behave in such a peculiar manner. Was it an empty gesture, or something more, em, sinister?

I think that it was odd behaviour. I am not sure that I have seen the likes before. It reads like he has some regard for the fhilth. The photograph would come back to haunt him, and us, nothing is surer. I am also concerned about appointing a manager/coach with little or no understanding of the physical nature and requirements of the SPL. Clement -and even GvB who had previous playing experience with us- never came to terms with that reality. (To say nothing of the eccentricities of officialdom in this country.) BF has, to all intents and purposes, failed his audition. Perhaps you haven't noticed.

Apparently, the photograph was taken after his Salzburg team had waltzed past Brenda's XI, in the EL. That said, it remains seriously strange behaviour, for a manager/coach, and that context doesn't explain it, far less excuse it.