- Aug 21, 2008
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A&C's theory on why we still haven't appointed a new manager.
Daniel Levy pushed his arms out behind his back, stretched out his legs and gave out a great big yawn as he leant back in his padded office highchair. "I suppose i'd better get on with choosing a new patsy" he thought to himself as he reached into a drawer, took out a handful of photographs and spread then over his desk.
"But who do I choose?" he pondered as he looked at each one in turn. His photoshop guru had really done well with these he mused. The first one showed a topless Rafa Benitez being clipped around the ear by Basil Fawlty as his artfully applied breasts dangled freely down to his bellybutton, the second had Frank De Boer dressed in a lycra mini skirt, stockings and suspenders and a pair of clogs, with his lips painted bright red and a chain hanging from a piercing in his nose down to a nipple clamp and the final one showed Pocchetino naked and on all fours wearing a spiked dog collar and with Levy himself holding the leash.
Levy's eyes kept going back to the Pochettino. He licked his lips. "No" He thought to himself, "I must be fair", so he placed them all evenly in a line. "I'm going to make this decision based on sound footballing considerations".
Levy paused, raised a finger and began.
"Ip Dip dog shit, you are not it" His finger ended on Benitez, he turned it face down. That leaves two.
"Ip Dip dog shit, you are not it" His finger ended on Pochettino, he punched the desk in frustration, "Fucks sake, how hard can it be….I'll start again"
"Ip Dip dog shit, you are not it" His finger ended on Pochettino again. Levy screamed.
"Sod it" He mumbled.
"I'll try again tomorrow"
This is one of the easiest cryptic messages you've ever done mate. Getting old and losing your touch eh lol
EDIT: Ok I've just had 12 PMs from members who would rather stay anonymous.......I take it back, you've not lost your touch..............well according to them anyway