The Return of the Prodigal Son

Guess who’s back?

I’ve been watching football for long enough that I understand a lot of it. Business, though? Not a clue.

That’s why I leave running the club to the people who do understand the business bit. But it seems like they might not quite have understood the football side of things.
And if you want to run a successful football business, well, you need to know both.

But look here. Maybe our American owners have learned a bit about the football side of things from this whole affair. That there’s more to managing a football team than just an allegedly pretty face and a seductive accent. And while the strict facts and figures approach might work for a biggest clubs, we aren’t them. And when you need to grind out results, week in, week out, then you need grit, passion and someone who understands the club.

Chris Wilder is absolutely that.

Fan, ball-boy, player, manager (manager, manager).

Is he the right man for the job long-term? I’m not 100% sure. But already – thanks to his usurper/predecessor – this season is just about establishing ourselves again, steadying the ship, and not getting relegated. Making up that lost ground on the teams at the top of the league will certainly be the aim, but that might already be too big a job.
Sure, it’s a marathon, not a sprint, but who starts a marathon 13 points and 19 goals behind the leaders?

That’s not even how marathons work.

And so I think this two season deal is just perfect. Consolidate and build this time around, and mount another charge for Premier League glory next time around. It seems absolutely ridiculous that we’ve basically lost a whole season thanks to this weird, unwanted, wholly unsuccessful 3 month intrusion, but here we are.

So. Onward and upward. And pity help Charlton Athletic this weekend*.

* T&Cs always, always apply.

Gone

Finally. The manager that no-one wanted in the first place, has been sacked.

And what a waste of three months.

Sure, he’s ruined the season already, with everyone else having a 5-game and a +11 goal difference start on us, and why would we trust the club’s owners to bring in the right person this time around after they shocked us with this drivel mid-summer?

But it’s a step in the right direction and I don’t know whether to play Kool & The Gang’s Celebration or Yazz’s The Only Way Is Up (older fans of the Blades will remember this from the end of many matches around the end of the 80s).

Either way, possibly – hopefully – the season starts now. #UTB

Finally!

Finally feeling a bit better today, and ready to actually do stuff. Well, that was until I actually did stuff, and now I’m a bit knackered. But I am on the mend and that’s good news.

I do plan to take things easy for the rest of the day though.

And that’s why I hope that if we are invaded by giant anythings this afternoon (and given just how crazy the news has been just lately, who would rule that out?), it’s these guys…

Yeah, even in my current condition, I’d fancy my chances of escape here.

What I’m actually going to do is go horseriding (not me) and then watch some football, hopefully involving a big turnaround in our fortunes (and given just how crazy the news has been just lately, who would rule that out?).

Bad luck at games and sports

United lose again. Shots on target?

Nil.

So glad we appointed this new manager that no-one wanted.

And then tonight’s game of Mexican Train. I’m getting hammered in every meaning of the word.

I need to be a bit more sober to work out these stats*, but it does seem like I’m the least fortunate player IN HISTORY.

It’s literally like maths is against me.

Meh. I’m heading back to the 12 year old KWV brandy.

* seriously. I will do this. It’s unbelievable.

Rocket

Another dreadful night for football, both at home and over in the UK, but there was at least this absolute thunderbeagle from Gustavo Hamer:

It didn’t do any good at the end of the night, as we seemingly head into another season of doom and gloom, but will have to go down as one of the best goals ever scored by a Sheffield United player.

In other – better – news, I’m off to watch my daughter sing in a concert this evening, and this only hours after she passed her learners’ licence test.

Watch out for another L-plated menace taking to the roads any day now…