Another week, another load of gaffers getting the chop in the beautiful game. It's a bloody disgrace, mate. These muppets in charge haven't got a clue, sacking managers left, right and centre like it's going out of fashion. No wonder the state of footy is in such a shambles.
Ange Postecoglou under the cosh at Spurs
First up, we've got that mug Ange Postecoglou at Tottenham. Sitting pretty in 13th after bottling it in the North London Derby. The bloke's got no idea what he's doing. Reckon he'll be the next one to get the boot. The yido's won't stand for this sh*t much longer, I'm telling ya.
Pep feeling the heat at City
Then there's Pep, the bald fraud. Thought he was the dog's bollocks, didn't he? Now look at him, down in 6th, miles off the pace. His smug grin has been wiped off his face. About time too, the bellend. 10/1 to be the next one out the door? Worth a punt, if you ask me.
The rest of the mugs
And don't even get me started on the other useless twats. Ivan Juric at Southampton, 5/1 to get the sack. Ruud van Nistelrooy at Leicester, same odds. Both of 'em couldn't manage a piss-up in a brewery. No surprises there.
And Vitor Pereira, the Portuguese pleb, 12/1 to be given his marching orders. Couldn't organise a shag in a brothel, that one. The state of these jokers, I swear.
I'm telling you now, if Spurs start dropping points left, right and centre, Postecoglou will be odds-on to get the axe. And if Leicester keep bottle job after bottle job, Van Nistelrooy will be following him out the door quicker than you can say "you're fired!"
But what do I know, eh? I'm just a angry, cynical footy fan who's sick to the back teeth of these bloody managers taking liberties. It's a joke, mate, an absolute joke.
