So he’s gone, and I, for one, am not shedding any tears. It’s not that his Chelsea team lacked the attacking verve of Man U and Arsenal. Although functional, I felt they were often much easier on the eye than they were given credit for. I also admire the sheer balls that he showed in taking that high-pressure job and stamping his own authority and personality on the task right from the very start, despite his lack of experience in the Premiership.
No, the reason I’m glad he’s gone is I’ve become increasingly annoyed by the way in which his most crass and facetious comments are greeted by large sections of the press and public as though he was the reincarnation of Oscar Wilde. How and why did the idea take hold that this bloke has a sense of humour?
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