All of the following statements are true…
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Gers on Sunday Brexit is good for the exchange rate.
- Trump will make an excellent leader of the free world.
- Under Corbyn, Labour are an effective opposition.
- Pete Winkleman has nothing but what’s good for Milton Keynes at his heart, despite what others may tell you.
- Karl Robinson can see the way a games going, and adapt his style of play accordingly. If plan A isn’t cutting it, there’s always good old plan B, with his faux Cockney rapping.
- Milton Keynes Dons supporters can spot irony a mile off.
Okay, I’m lying. Only two of the aforementioned statements are true. Trump will make a dandy President. And parity with both the dollar and euro can only be a good thing.
Robbo hasn’t suddenly become a bad manager overnight. He didn’t get up the morning MK hosted Brighton, thinking “Oh shit! What am I gonna do? I’ve no idea how to set a team up”. Hardly. You don’t pick up the tag of being England’s brightest young manager because you’re crap at your job. This was the man whose name used to be attached to every managerial position going… Used to be! The last time his name was mentioned regarding another club was that bastion of stability, Leeds. And I wouldn’t wish Leeds on Neil Lennon. Well on him perhaps, but not on anyone else. Gordon Strachan! Forgot about him. Okay, Neil and his big mate, and wee ginger Gordon. But that’s it.
As most people who read these blogs know, I’ve jacked the old season ticket in. There were a fair few reasons why, and I’ve gone over them elsewhere, but suffice to say that I’ve not changed my mind. I’ve honestly not missed it. Not once. It doesn’t get to half one on a Saturday and suddenly I’m longing for the confines of The Cowshed bar. In actual fact far from it. But it has to be said that I’m highly enjoying the current meltdown online and elsewhere regarding the viability of the Krobmeister continuing as manager.
Hilarious as last weekend’s ‘Robbo Out’ budget sized banner was, it was also a disgrace. Looking at the age of the idiot proudly holding it aloft outside the ground, I’d venture to say that Krobbo has been at MK longer than he has. It’s a fact of modern-day football that when Vinegar leaves Arsenal, the age of management the like of that will have gone. Short term contracts will become the norm. And there’s a fair chance that old Krobbo will one day become England’s longest-serving manager. But only if morons like banner boy, and certain posters on MK’s second most popular online forum shut the fuck up.
It’s not the management that needs to change, it’s the fans. If only it was that easy. These are the beneficiaries of the most audacious move in modern football history, and all they can do is moan about it and wonder why everyone thinks they’re pricks!
I’ve made some incredible friends in the time I went to MK. Lifelong, close friends. But for every one of them, there’s a thousand absolute wankers, and these absolute wankers need to be careful what they wish for. Who do they think they’re going to get to replace him? Let me tell you, some lower league journeyman manager who’s been out of work since he was sacked two years ago.
Winkleman won’t spend any money bringing someone else in. He quite simply won’t. If he’s not willing to open the old purse for on fire Will Grigg, or tempting Revell to throw his lot in at the colon dome, then he’s hardly likely to tempt anyone of note to jump ship and move over to the dark side.
I’m taking little pleasure in the trials and tribulations of the team at the minute. I’ve only seen MK play twice so-far this season, and unfortunately they’ve been dreadful both times. Dreadful! Ponderous, lacking any attack, and as for the defensive display I witnessed at Northampton… Well least said the better. But it will come good. Form is temporary, class is permanent. And if there’s one thing Krobbo has in spades, it’s class. And here’s why he’s the best manager MK has ever had.
- Wilson, sacked.
- Allen, fucked off for something better at the first opportunity.
- Ince, fucked off for something better at the first opportunity.
- Di Matteo, fucked off for something better at the first opportunity.
- Ince #2, left by ‘mutual consent’ after telling the support it wasn’t welcome unless it constantly massaged his ego.
- Robbo, stayed loyal to MK, in spite of numerous approaches from other clubs. Gave England’s brave Alli his debut, and what a debut! Remember that goal? Gave the moaning faced twats currently calling for his head the moment of their footballing lives sometime in December 2012. Humiliated United. Yer’ actual Manchester United. Those last two alone should entitle him to stick around indefinitely. And let’s not forget the amazing scenes that Sunday when he took MK to The Championship.
So perhaps if you’re calling for his head at the moment, you might consider joining me every Saturday afternoon at 3, and make that time when you watch Sky’s big movie, or get some gardening done, or get that DIY you’ve been putting off started, because it’s pretty obvious to me that football really isn’t for you.
Gers
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