Man, that's quite embarrassing

The first casualty of the Premiership relegation pound fight turns out not to be Glenn Roeder after all. I mean, that says a lot doesn't it? The fact that you manage a team where your first choice centreback is Titus 'Butterfeet' Bramble, and you still have a job couple of weeks before Christmas. All hail the religion of Boumsong, I say. Iain Dowie was given the boot yesterday by Charlton, after only notching one win in 12. The Addicks are anchored at the bottom of the table.

Okay see, what I am thinking is not 'boo hoo poor Iain's out of a jobby'. I'm thinking it's pretty embarrassing for the poor fellow. And not in a 'boo hoo Iain's out of a jobby' kinda way. I mean on one hand you can say it's pretty embarrassing to be sacked in front of an audience of billions. On the other hand, it's even more embarrassing that he did worst than a guy that looked like he was born to be an accounting teacher. I mean look at Iain. He could easily pass off as an evil Bond villain that has a mechanical leg that shoots nuclear missiles.

So what in god's name is happening to the game when the players aren't inspired by a badass that probably role plays as a Gestapo general but are instead inspired by a guy that could probably put a room to sleep just by walking in. It's wrong I tell you. Wrong. Wrong, as in wronging wrong. Wrong.

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