Sooperally is now trying the same trick but, like Churchill, the ones he is trying to out-manoeuvre are a lot smarter than him. Let's face it, Ally's not the sharpest knife in the drawer, but he probably thinks he's some kind of whizz-kid after the contract he managed to get himself. The highest wage in Scottish football and a fortune in penny shares were handed to him; but he forgets that he was in a position of strength back then. Now that everyone has seen how bad he is as a manager, he is hardly in the best position to force his will on anyone.
Sooper probably thought he'd played a blinder, leaking his resignation to the press, with the wee add-ons about him crying every night over those poor folk being made redundant. It makes you wonder who his agent is; David Leggat? Only somebody that was perennially pished would think that playing this kind of game was a good idea, especially against the sharks at the top of the marble staircase these days!
And, lo and behold, the board has responded in kind. A note to the Stock Exchange to tell them that not only has the fat fool given twelve months notice, but that his salary will be £750k for that final year. Now Sooper is the pantomime villain instead of the hero he tried to paint himself. Half of that obscene wage packet could have kept on all those that lost their jobs. Now, when the kids of one of those made redundant ask why Santa isn't coming this year, their parents can point the finger at the fat fucker that stole Christmas; the Anti-Claus!
The only possible way that Sooper can save face now is if he walks away immediately without taking a penny. He's tried to play with the big boys and lost dismally. He's like somebody that beats everybody in the house at Snap and thinks he can now join in a major, high-stakes Poker game. Well, it's back to you, Ally; what are you going to do now? I'd recommend folding because there's no way you're going to win. I certainly wouldn't call because they're not bluffing! Your standing with The Peeppul is at rock bottom and the longer you hang about the worse it's going to get. You'll be lucky to get a shag from Sue-Bo never mind Sue Barker!
Enola Gaye, aka Bomber, has predictably taken his mate's side. He says, "Ally has given fans so many happy memories over the seasons as a player and in the recent times where he has given them back-to-back promotions. He's had to put up with so much. He's had no support. The Easdales and others should hold their heads in shame." I don't know about you, but I'm choking up here. You'll have to excuse me a minute...
Meanwhile the SFA has finally shown some cojones and is hauling Ashley in to explain his position at Ibrox. You'll remember that they wrote to the nice man asking him to clarify things; well either he's just ignored them or they're not happy with what he's said. He's to appear before them at the end of January. No doubt the SFA's new-found testicular fortitude will vanish as soon as they have to face the man in person!
Good old Craig Whyte looks like he's going to be good value when he gives his evidence in court. Apparently he was warned by the police back in 2012 that his life might be in danger but he just shrugged it off, saying that nobody abroad cares about Scottish football or Rangers (sic). By God, that'll rile up The Peeppul no end! That's a double insult; after all, they are Scottish football, aren't they?
A message to Sooperally
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