The FAI’s search for a manager being “embarrassing” is entirely a function of the team being embarrassing.
Trying to get people to take the Ireland job is like a fella with a penis growing out of his forehead trying to get a ride in Coppers.
He might eventually get a desperate fat munter on his fifth night in a row there but he isn’t going to be convincing any of the sort of hot South Dublin chicks the first two Ross O’Carroll-Kelly books used to describe in exquisitely accurate detail.
Your man came to coppers after an FAI meeting. For people who’s Foreheads Are Indecent.
Vol. Brendan Rogers?
Moyesie
Making a proper dogs dinner of winning the Jockstrap McHaggis League. Need to aim higher.
Big Sam especially with the nations cup draw.
It would reflect poorly on us all as a nation if we had a chance to appoint Big Sam and didn’t
There’s a corridor in St George’s Park with a portrait of every England manager ever, except for the one with 100% win ratio.
This is true
Sam has never been respected in England. Not unlike Jack.
Neil Lennon OUT of the running
Spock still turning up at Bramall Lane to watch Evan Ferguson
Phew
Paddy Power ROI manager market has disappeared. Lennon said yesterday that the appointment was imminent.
He had a smirk on his face that suggested he thought he had it. He must’ve got a call from Mark Canham or Jonathan Hill with bad news this morning. As Mark Lawrenson used to say in every TV appearance “Thanks, but no thanks”.
Chris Coleman would be a disappointing choicem
The bald Brummie who has never managed at senior level or the fella married to Charlotte Jackson who likes drinking pints down by the docks in Dublin and has managed Wales to a European Championship semi-final?
Coleman all the way.
Would also be a great chance to bring back the Bryan Robson, son of Bobby Robson jokes when he announces his captain.
It’s Lee carsley.
I’m told an announcement is due on Tuesday
While I can see why some would point to his strong record with Wales, Coleman would be a very uninspiring choice even amongst the inevitable uninspiring choice.
It’s Sam