Specs bombs

I seem to be focused on an eyewear thing at the moment, or more precisely what not to eyewear. Two recent posts on my facebook pages:

https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=1405906809638322&set=a.1390376631191340.1073741827.100006570487269&type=1 and https://www.facebook.com/paulleonard60/posts/1406856676210002?notif_t=like

– yes I’ve joined the social media revolution comrades – are about slightly odd specs choices, a thought which sets up this posting. And what I was thinking is, what is the link between an alleged Eastbourne serial killer and a host of top football managers?

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Football management

Yesterday I read an interview with ex-pro Tony Adams in the Independent. I think it was his way of putting himself in the shop window but unwittingly I think it underlined why no chairman has thought it worth offering him a managerial job in the English football system more significant than boss of Wycombe Wanderers and a short spell at Portsmouth when they were on the slide. He spent some time criticising the salary policy at Arsenal arguing that their parsimony over wages (this in the week that Theo Walcott has been awarded a new contract worth around £20m over 3.5 years) has led to the exodus of key players. His key thought was that all the money that Arsenal received from their run in the Champions League last year, around £25m, should have been paid to Robin van Persie to encourage him  to stay at the club. You’ve gotta think that club Chairmen might look at that and think ah here we have an intelligent and forthright man of the game whose first instinct is to channel all of a club’s revenue into the pockets of already overpaid current footballers. Hey let’s give Tony a call and see if he fancies managing our club. It’s not going to happen is it?

a tale of two (?) managers

Have you ever seen Premiership managers Avram Grant and Gerard Houllier on the same touchline? Of course not because they are one and the same person. Foreign, misunderstood and unloved by their English peers and the club fans alike. They both have a disliking for the English winter weather, cloaking themselves in the largest club puffa jackets and scarves (occasionally thrown into the crowd), spookily both in claret and blue! Same hang-dog expressions caused no doubt by the constant rumours that their jobs are on the line. One works for a Randy Lerner; the other for a randy expert.Both haunted by the spectre of that bloody Martin O’Neill !!!