Inspired by Narain Karthikeyan’s out of the bluest of blues comebacks yesterday, and now that free time is no longer as rare as a full house at Portman Road, TFB is hopefully dusted off and spluttering back to life.
Rather fittingly today has seen the axe finally fall onto TFB’s favourite scapegoat, Roy Keane. The Longest Stand-Off In The East (as it will be known if I get my way) has been a tortuous one, and Ipswich Town lost. They stood, pistol cocked, waiting for his textbook walkaway. He stood, non-nonplussed, egging them on to do it. And they have.
From this side of the fence, he was on for a Manager of The Year award, well, fighting Our Saviour for it anyway. Mouthing off to the-owner-who-no-one-knows, mouthing off to the fans, even blaming Suffolk itself for hampering signings (we’re further away, Roy, and we signed the likes of Surman, Barnett and Ward), all the while signing nobodies and playing some dull, unsuccessful football.
He’s been willing them to do it for months, saying things along the lines of “if they want to sack me they should”, “if I feel I’m not fit for the job I’ll leave”, “I miss my dogs” after every match. He’ll be grinning for days, no doubt we won’t see him again until he’s calmed down a tad.
On the whole, the sacking is thoroughly irresponsible and has ramifications outside of the footballing world. The North East will shortly become over-run by average professional footballers that they can no longer get rid of. If I was Steve Bruce I would be asking Niall Quinn to look into renting a warehouse where they can store the players they want rid of until Keane gets another job. It’s a risk, his CV is hardly glowing, but then again Notts County will need another manager some point soon.