Roll Up Roll Up, The Circus Comes To St.James’ Park
So, as we appear to be about to welcome another Gallic influence into the dressing room, I wonder just when this insane policy is going to end?
The insistence is that shopping in France and surrounding countries helps the discerning shopper find value for money. Where egos are smaller, the footballing art more refined, and the majority displaying an aversion to bright lights and alcohol. All factors mentioned make for the perfect clean living squad addition!
The ‘Arsenal’ of the north east sponsored by Sports Direct. The catalyst, Graham Carr, reporting to the head clown of this particular circus, Joe Kinnear; or if we are going to be all serious for a minute, our Director of Football.
Manager in name only, Alan Pardew has denied any knowledge of holes being drilled in the roof of the dugout over pre-season, he is said to be suspicious however of the long puppet like strings hanging from the directors box. He is no doubt used to being undermined by now, it goes with the territory; being embarrassed in the glare of the world media and going on shopping errands to Europe with a cut price shopping list will always be part of the deal. It’s the reason men with knowledge have left, and why proud men with astute footballing brains will never manage this club again under the current regime.
Being a follower home and away for more years than I care to remember, I personally have never felt as depressed at the beginning of August in anticipation of a new season. Loic Remy will no doubt add the flair ( when fit ), if he can be bothered, similar to almost every other continental we have the misfortune to employ. Yet amazingly, the undoubted technical ability of these players continue to impress many fans regardless whether it’s seen on the pitch or not. The sheer blind propaganda spouted by our manager pre and post-match last season was gobbled up by many followers, their inane naivety nothing short of astonishing.
I know I’m not alone in feeling this way. Many friends and match day mates made the stand against the charlatans running our club many moons ago; their absence worryingly ignored, their vacancies filled with ‘tickets for the day tourists’ who appear to buy in to the ridiculous rhetoric spun from the Barrack Road corridors of power.
What I would like to know is when was this football club transformed into a Sports Direct flagship? Championing the cause of frugality in these austere times has transformed Ashley into a knight in shining armour to many. Steering the club away from the choppy financial seas entered by Shepherd ‘s regime has become a smokescreen for the systematic dismantling of a football club.
The amateur economists we now have as fans will argue that without Ashley’s intervention we were heading for the abyss that claimed Leeds and Rangers etc. What we have had to endure since though has turned us into a worldwide joke. How can any successful businessman employ a man so unbelievably out of touch as Director of Football? Regardless of his vocal ignorance and outlandish ego, Joe Kinnear sums up the modern Newcastle United and how far we have sunk in the search for solvency. Many felt sympathy for manager Pardew when his position appeared undermined as Kinnear arrived. Why? The surrender at home to the Mackems should have been his last, the embarrassments at Man. City and home to Liverpool only underlined his obvious failings.
I believe all Ashley requires of his coaching staff is for them to ensure Premiership survival each season, fourth from bottom guarantees the continued arrival of the gravy train. This factor alone will keep Kinnear and co in work as the football world looks on, contemptuously dismissing us as a comedy club.
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