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“Understand what is hurting us…” Boneheaded “philosophy” perhaps?

Head of Football Insights: Well we’re conceding more goals than we’re scoring… Russell Martin: But… 135 shots. Head of Football Insights:… yes 135 shots. Russell Martin: And we get points for that though? Head of Football Insights: What? No… you don’t get points for number of shots. Russell Martin: Hmmmm pretty sure you do! Jon Rudkin: Yeah I’m pretty sure you do! Head of Football Insights: … you win points for winning or drawing football matches. Russell Martin: No, it’s like Strictly, you’re marked out of 10 based on shots, possession and playing the correct way. Head of Football Insights: What the ****! Have you been indulging this? Jon Rudkin: We honestly didn’t have the heart to tell him. Head of Football Insights: What’s the sickness policy like here? Jon Rudkin: Funny you should ask actually, it’s all expenses paid in the Seagrave Lodge. Dogs welcome.

I wonder whether they’ll appoint someone who tells them what they want or goes against the grain. Hmmmmmmmm hmmmmmmmm hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

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A decade of Rudkin psyching himself up in the mirror Gareth Cheeseman style for that!!

Having him as manager is deliberately handicapping ourselves. Any normal manager would just set the team up in a tried and tested manner that would give you the best chance to get out of this league. We’re instead choosing to indulge an extremely limited and delusional man with potentially the club’s future on the line for absolutely no reason other than our absentee owner still thinks the only way to play is like the team who successfully managed to play that way through financial doping on a monumental scale.

Can finally go back home to Easter Island and do what he does best.

The old recruitment system doing the heavy lifting once again:

We'll always have the brace at Liverpool. I hope he's able to bolster his property portfolio.

There no way the Premier League hand a cash cow like Man City to the EFL willingly. There's sporting integrity and there’s international viewership and TV rights. I think we know the winner.

Nick De Marco:

I was thinking about FNF the other day, great memories. Picking up the photocopied team sheet and finding some mysterious trialist on there.

It’s utterly, utterly insane that we have on paper surely one of the strongest squads to play in this league for a long time but we’ve tied our own hands by having a delusional, purist managing it. All it would take would be to have a manager with an ounce of nous about this league and a straight forward approach and we’d be up where this squad should be. It really reminds me of when you see a film trailer for some utterly shit film and you think, people in the film industry with millions of dollars have signed this off at every stage and any normal human being can see that this piece of shit is going to absolutely bomb. It’s utterly bewildering that once again not one single lesson has been learned from this absolute cluster**** of Nepo’s tenure.

“Gimme that IKEA meatball gravy colour… yeah that’s the one.”

The “Alex Smithies” Player of the Season award nailed on.

Martin’s tactics in League One is like trying to win the World Snooker Championships using a dildo instead of a cue. You may well eventually pot a ball using it but it’s not the right tool for the job… and you look like a stubborn ****ing twat in the process.

Good statement. If anything it should open some more eyes about the complete lack of engagement from the club regardless whether they act on it or not.

Can’t wait for the third act of the movie to be his meteoric signing for… Burnley.

It’s the Swansea connection. We’ve always assumed Southampton were the architects of all our pain but it’s Swansea. Sousa Rodgers Cooper Martin For some reason Top or Rudkin saw Swansea’s possession based, zero achievement football and thought that was the enlightened path forward.

So he’s started digging the players out after 5 games! He’s really speed-running the inevitable Martin demise!

The guy’s a cretin. Who nails their colours to firmly to one style of play and thinks that’s superior football. It just shows you up as totally unable to adapt, which makes you a worse manager. How has he not got the self awareness to understand his slide from Premier League to League One manager is very much due to his myopic adherence to one tactic.

Once again we’ve handed the keys to a manager to recruit his weak mates, who we’ve handed ridiculously long contracts to. Rinse and repeat. The next manager won’t be able to use them and they’ll stink the place up and toxicity will set in. Well done everyone at this shit heap of a club.

It’s a good window, insofar as we’ve shipped out the majority of crap buys we accrued through years of mismanagement. If we had a proper Director of Football structure, they’d be the constant line throughout managerial change and would have a stronger hand in recruiting players to fit the consistent style of play (Brighton, Brentford etc.). Unfortunately it appears we’ve gone down the Cooper route again and signed a load of players the manager wants and has worked with before. Great if it works but we could be in the exact same position again, where we need to offload a bunch of players who are specifically tailored to Martinball.

He’s been stood in that field for two months living exclusively on olives.

Our entire squad must have the collective weight of a wet pair of Top’s skinny jeans.