Long Ball Ma Fangul

I was born under a bad sign with a claret and blue moon in my eyes, but Lordy a-things ain't been the same since Big Sam walked in-a town...

"I've got the world by the balls and yet I can’t stop feeling that I'm still the mortadella," confesses Sam Allardyce. "It's the nagging feeling that I came in at the end; that the best is over... I think about my old managers... Ian Greaves, Brian Talbot, Les Chapman, Peter Reid. They never reached the heights like me. But in a lot of ways these Moustache Petes had it better. See, they had their people. They had their standards. They had pride. Today, what do we got? I mean I've read Brilliant Orange. I understand why the Pyramid got Inverted. It's just that nowadays, every jamook's got a newspaper column, and a twitter account, and go on football forums and talk about their theories. What happened to George Graham? The strong, silent type. That was a football manager. He wasn't in touch with his feelings. He just did what he had to do. See, what they didn't know was once they got George Graham in touch with his feelings that they wouldn't be able to shut him up! And then it's one dimensional this, and neanderthal that, and long ball ma fangul! Before you know it there are football fans like the oobatz with a Virginia ham under each arm, crying because he hasn't got any bread..."