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Let’s face it, no-one even wants to even mention the North Battersea Nazis, let alone have to spend several minutes thinking about all the utterc*nts who have played for them, so let’s get it over and done with early by nominating Super Ray and never thinking about them again.
There are people that are total shitehawks, ones that you love, and ones that would never be your mate but are bloody good at their job.
I don’t think I’d get on with Warnock down the pub but I never asked to. He was a bloody good manager not just for us but a load of other clubs in crappy old stadiums and not enough money but which are the heart and soul of their little patch of scruffy streets, clubs and streets that noone else gives a sh*t about, from Notts County to Plymouth, clubs which are the lifeblood of football in this country far more than your EPL, clubs which are why football is in the DNA of our country, not necessarily more than, say Brazil, but uniquely so.
He’ll be a footnote in the history of English football and maybe even of QPR but without loads of blokes like him none of it would exist.
After the much-missed relegation-promotion indexes from Robith, maybe we should have an Impending Doom index. People could vote on their phones on a scale of 1-5 while walking up the South Africa Road.
The fact that he went from managing Kiddy to being our assistant manager was, I thought at the time, a great move for us and one of the things that gave me confidence in the QPR management of that era.
I rate him highly and, given that Derby are almost out of sight in our rear-view mirror while Blackburn are currently sat in the league spot which is the absolute height of our current ambition, I'm quite glad to see him making the move (less so if Derby massacre us on Valentine's Day, obviously.)
"And all the while, the hills were alive with the sound of Muslic. The new Plymouth coach may only have been in the job for a month, but already he has infused the club with the vigour so lacking under his predecessor Wayne Rooney. There is a kind of alpha magnetism to the bearded Austrian, a coach who talks a lot about “courage” and “balls”, who looks like the sort of guy who will try and sell you a 12-part online course on how to unlock your inner wolf."
Another good thing about this, is that it's another case of a good, unheralded coach (like Marti here, and Danny Rohl at Sheff Weds) outperforming so-called big name media darlings like Rooney or Lampard.
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