gshaw wrote: ↑Sun Sep 22, 2019 10:44 pm
tuffers#1 wrote: ↑Sun Sep 22, 2019 10:30 pm
gshaw wrote: ↑Sun Sep 22, 2019 10:14 pm
Too late by then, a new manager then comes in and by time he figures out what's required window is shut. That or Ling runs the show by proxy and a new manager comes in to players he doesn't want.
The parallels to Davis are becoming closer by the day imo.
I thought Ross may decide to step down after yesterday's game but if Saturday's home fixture goes really badly that might be the one where he admits it's not working out.
Another to be Guarantor that replacing Ross means we avoid relegation
What forfeit are you offering if we replace Ross & get relegated anyway ?
Can easily flip that one back on you and ask what guarantee keeping him in post does either? All that can be said for certain is on current form we're on the way back to tinpot land.
Current form
Drew away to the team at the top of the leaue , who got an equaliser from a 50/50 penalty
In the last minute
Beat the highest scorers in the league who sit 3rd ,
Missed an opportunity to clear a cross that led to a winner for
the team in 2nd & lost by the odd goal in 3 ,
I am not giving any guarentees ,
I have patience to allow a Season to unfold .
I have some belief that my football club will turn things around,
I dont go all baby rant & throw my toys out of the pram
Because things arent going my way .
I think you & the other doom & gloomers need to read that
Most Famous of poems by Kipling .
* * * * *
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!
