He should be replaced by Jamie Carragher and Gary Neville. Young football persons with opinions and ideas, people you can tell think about nothing besides football, they don't have hobbies or interests, if they did then they'd never have won any Champions League titles or F.A. Cups. They are more intelligent and vibrant and represent the new generation, they are iPods, Roy Hodgson is still a grammophone. To compare, Jurgen Klopp and Antonio Conte and Diego Simeone and Brendan Rogers and Paul Lambert are iPods and iPads and iPhones, and Roy Hodgson just isn't. Mind you, Roy was appointed by the F.A, an institution as modern and relevant as scurvy, an institution that failed magnificently to ever give Brian Clough the England job, so expect Roy's replacement to be a wicker basket or a rocking chair.
ELSEWHERE, Michael O'Neill's case for a new contract as Northern Ireland manager went from strength-to-strength as they restricted Azerbaijan to a narrow 2-0 win in Baku, O'Neill has controversially said that his side are progressing in 'small steps' - those are small steps forward followed by falling back down a mountain to join the Faroe Islands and Samoa as being the kinds of team that Lichtenstein and Azerbaijan see as points-fodder. The Republic, meanwhile, suffered a predictable defeat at the hands of Germany, Wales scored a narrow but meaningless win against the mighty Macedonia, so as was the case before tonight none of the other home nations will be joining Iran, South Korea and Switzerland in Brazil next June. Vincente Del Bosque, meanwhile, says Spain need more goals, because what do you get the manager who has everything, and Australia have sacked their coach after losing 6-0 against France, having last year lost 6-0 against Brazil, because somehow they didn't think it boded brilliantly well for the forthcoming World Cup.
At club level the President of the Spanish leagues says people in the Spanish leagues fix matches, he is now presumably going to launch an investigation to work out why he isn't better at doing his own job. David Weir's shambolic reign of error at Brammall Lane is over, with the Scot having secured a legendary 1 win from 10 games, which makes David Weir as effective as a football manager as geese are effective as a form of light aircraft. Michael Tonge, meanwhile, is aiming for a top-6 place with Leeds, and I'm going to devote the rest of this post to devouring that suggestion...
First of all, the current Leeds keeper looks like he's got a pillow stuffed up his shirt. The defence is average and unremarkable and in some cases HIGHLY unreliable (in the case of brick-eating shelf-stacker Jason Pearce). The midfield is packed full of middling, AVERAGE, unremarkable, boring, slow, nothing players like Micky Tonge and Paul Beige, it's just an overabundance of nothing in particular. There's no wide PLAYERS, just none whatsoever, such a massive absence that fans will be looking back fondly at days when they could've fielded Lloyd Sam or 'man with a van' Andy Robinson. In attack there is nothing in particular to be offered by Noel Hunt or Luke Varney, and they're joined by Matt Smith, whose main talent is being quite tall. As for the youngsters, Leeds' first team boasts Alex Mowatt and Dom Poleon, another pair of average talents with small amounts of potential WHO SUPPLY none of the massive deficiencies of a terminally average squad. This heavily repeated belief that Leeds can challenge for the top 6, a belief being repeatedly alluded to in interviews by squad members and by the gaffer himself, is unhelpful, because it's unrealistic, and it suggests that everyone around the club is swathed in the same delusion, that this team doesn't play THE MOST UNINSPIRING, UNIMAGINATIVE FOOTBALL POSSIBLE, that it isn't the most dreary collection of players ever to grace the pitch at Elland Road, that it isn't exceptionally ordinary and void of exceptional talent. Watching Leeds is just watching a space where something good could've gone.
First of all, the current Leeds keeper looks like he's got a pillow stuffed up his shirt. The defence is average and unremarkable and in some cases HIGHLY unreliable (in the case of brick-eating shelf-stacker Jason Pearce). The midfield is packed full of middling, AVERAGE, unremarkable, boring, slow, nothing players like Micky Tonge and Paul Beige, it's just an overabundance of nothing in particular. There's no wide PLAYERS, just none whatsoever, such a massive absence that fans will be looking back fondly at days when they could've fielded Lloyd Sam or 'man with a van' Andy Robinson. In attack there is nothing in particular to be offered by Noel Hunt or Luke Varney, and they're joined by Matt Smith, whose main talent is being quite tall. As for the youngsters, Leeds' first team boasts Alex Mowatt and Dom Poleon, another pair of average talents with small amounts of potential WHO SUPPLY none of the massive deficiencies of a terminally average squad. This heavily repeated belief that Leeds can challenge for the top 6, a belief being repeatedly alluded to in interviews by squad members and by the gaffer himself, is unhelpful, because it's unrealistic, and it suggests that everyone around the club is swathed in the same delusion, that this team doesn't play THE MOST UNINSPIRING, UNIMAGINATIVE FOOTBALL POSSIBLE, that it isn't the most dreary collection of players ever to grace the pitch at Elland Road, that it isn't exceptionally ordinary and void of exceptional talent. Watching Leeds is just watching a space where something good could've gone.