Sunday, 24 November 2013

Welcome to the West Ham Ministry of Silly Relegations!

West Ham are going down. No they are not! Yes they are. No they not! Yes they are. No chance of staying up. Yes there is! No there's not. Excuse me, is this the five minute argument or the full half hour?

So, Monty Python are returning, but who needs a ticket for the 02 when you can watch a bunch of dead parrots, silly walks and the very wettest of wet spam menus at the Boleyn? False number nines, Allardyce total football, pushing on from tenth place last season - the script is more absurd than anything Cleese and co could ever have come up with and the rest of football, outside of White Hart Lane, are falling over themselves laughing!

Of course, the complacency around the place is, as ever, alarming. How the hell the management and board sat on their hands until the transfer window slammed shut before they even thought about recruiting a striker, only the Great God Palin will know! Apparently some time around the end of July, Allardyce was called in to see Sullivan and the conversation went something like this:

Allardyce: Good evening, Your Holiness.
Sullivan: Evening, Allardychio. I want to talk to you about this squad of yours, The Latest Last Supper. I'm not happy about it.
Allardyce:  Oh, dear. It took me all summer to assemble.
Sullivan: Not happy at all.
Allardyce: Is it the goalie you don't like?
Sullivan:  No.
Allardyce: He does add a degree of reassurance, doesn't he? Oh, I know, you don't like the kangaroo.
Sullivan: What kangaroo?
Allardyce: No problem, I'll send him out on loan.
Sullivan:  I never saw a kangaroo.
Allardyce: Uh, he's right at the back in the squad photo. No sweat, I'll make him into a striker. All right?
Sullivan: That's the problem.
Allardyce: What is?
Pope  The strikers.
Allardyce:  Are they too Jewish? I made Maiga the most Jewish.
Sullivan:  No, it's just that there aren't any!
Allardyce: There's Andy Carroll.
Sullivan: That striker is no more! It has ceased to be! It's expired and gone to meet 'is maker! It's a stiff! Bereft of life, It rests in peace! If you hadn't nailed it to the pitch it'd be pushing up the daisies! It's metabolic processes are now history! It's off the twig! It's kicked the bucket, it's shuffled off it's mortal coil, run down the curtain and joined the bleedin' choir invisible! He IS AN EX-STRIKER! The latest Dean Ashton!
Allardyce: I need some money to buy a striker then.
Sullivan: Money? Money? Do you know how difficult things are? Do you know what we had to go through before we were able to buy this club. (enter David Gold and Karren Brady) You were lucky. We lived for three months in a brown paper bag in a septic tank. We used to have to get up at six o'clock in the morning, clean the bag, eat a crust of stale bread, go to work down the mill for fourteen hours a day week in-week out. When we got home, our Dad would thrash us to sleep with his belt!
Gold:  Luxury! We used to have to get out of the lake at three o'clock in the morning, clean the lake, eat a handful of hot gravel, go to work at the mill every day for tuppence a month, come home, and Dad would beat us around the head and neck with a broken bottle, if we were LUCKY!
Brady:  Well, we had it tough. We used to have to get up out of the shoebox at twelve o'clock at night, and LICK the road clean with our tongues. We had half a handful of freezing cold gravel, worked twenty-four hours a day at the mill for fourpence every six years, and when we got home, our Dad would slice us in two with a bread knife.
Sullivan: Right. steels himself I had to get up in the morning at ten o'clock at night, half an hour before I went to bed, eat a lump of cold poison, work twenty-nine hours a day down mill, and pay mill owner for permission to come to work, and when we got home, our Dad would kill us, and dance about on our graves singing "Hallelujah."
Brady: But you try and tell the young people today that... and they won't believe ya'.
Sullivan: Nope, nope. And anyway, there's always the Financial Fair Play Inquisition!
Door is thrown open. In jump a clutch of FA officials dressed as cardinals!
FA Official: Nobody expects the Financial Fair Play Inquisition. Our chief weapon is surprise... surprise and fear... fear and surprise... our two weapons are fear and surprise... and ruthless efficiency. Our three weapons are fear and surprise and ruthless efficiency and an almost fanatical devotion to the balance sheet.... Our four... no... amongst our weapons.... We'll come in again but we are not going anywhere near Loftus Road or White Hart Lane!
Allardyce: No money? Ok I will make do with Maiga. I will cut down the greatest teams in the division with a red herring! If he weighs the same as a duck he's made of wood and therefore he's a striker!
Sullivan: But he's crap!
Allardyce: Well that's cast rather a gloom over the season hasn't it? Look what have the strikers ever done for us? They've bled us white, the bastards. They've taken everything we had, and not just from us, from our fathers, and from our fathers' fathers. And what have they ever given us in return?!
Sullivan: Goals?
Allardyce: What?
Sullivan: Goals?
Allardyce: Oh. Yeah, yeah. They did give us that. Uh, that's true. Yeah.
Sullivan: And victories?
Allardyce: Yeah. All right. I'll grant you the goals and the victories are two things that the Strikers have given us.
Sullivan: And the entertainment.
Allardyce: Well, yeah. Obviously the entertainment. I mean, the entertainment goes without saying, doesn't it? But apart from the goals, the victories, and the entertainment--
Gold: Premiership survival.
Brady: I married one.
Sullivan: An out ball.
Gold: A World Cup in 66.
Sullivan: An FA Cup in 75.
Gold: An FA Cup in 64.
Sullivan: A Cup Winners Cup in 65.
Allardyce: Well I'll give you goals, the entertainment, the victories, Premiership survival, marriage material, the out ball, a World Cup, the FA Cups and the Cup Winners Cup, but apart from that, what have the strikers ever done for us?
Enter a fan who points at Allardyce
Fan: Why are you manager? I didn't vote for you!
Allardyce: You don't vote for managers.
 Fan: Well how do you become manager then?
Allardyce: The Brady of the Lake, her arm clad in the purest shimmering samite, held aloft Excalibur from the bosom of the water, signifying by divine providence that I, Allardychio, was to carry Excalibur. THAT is why I am your manager!
Sullivan: Look this is getting us nowhere!
Allardyce:  All right ... I confess I haven't bought any strikers ... I hate West Ham.  I have this terrible un-un-uncontrollable fear whenever I see the words The Academy of Football. When I was a kid I used to hate the sight of West Ham playing free flowing football. My mother said I was a fool. She said the only way to cure it was to become a West Ham manager. So I spent five ghastly years at the FA coaching academy. Can you imagine what it's like studying how to pass the ball on the ground for five years? I didn't want to be a West Ham manager anyway. I wanted to be a Real Madrid manager. Thumping the ball long for Ronaldo to chase after it...

 And now for something completely undifferent! Yet another season of heartbreak!




















15 comments:

Mr 10%(after your rebuff to air my comments....again) said...

try spending your time in the ground and not sat at home with your best friend Mr Remotey.

Mr 10%(after your rebuff to air my comments....again) said...

you should be happy you were up to 3rd place in m.o.t.d instead of coming in last.

Mr 10%(after your rebuff to air my comments....again) said...

it,s ok...you play fulham next week(yet another game you will miss due to a death in the family)....not even westhamutdonceproudclub can lose that one..........mind you i said that about a team full of leeds boys.........wow how good was howson that day........did he look good on your posh t.v?

Mr 10%(after your rebuff to air my comments....again) said...

my gosh it must feel like an empty room your in.

Mr 10%(after your rebuff to air my comments....again) said...

told you before........you should have had kids.....tut....tut...

Anonymous said...

3 thats the magic number. 3 more points for the 3rd biggest club in England their 3rd win on the bounce. Promotion looking a real possibility. In contrast that's 3 against for the Hammers (again) and the bottom 3 beckons....mark my words!!!!

Sav said...

Although I lived for many years in West London, I have picked West Ham to be my team because of their free flowing entertaining and attacking football. I was prepared to see my team losing many games and not winning many trophies. I was even prepared to see them getting relegated occasionally. That is perhaps the price you have to pay if you love watching exciting attacking football.

This is the first time in more than 40 years of supporting West Ham that I felt Allardyce finally sacked the soul out of us. We were poor in every respect, but most of all, pathetic in everything we did going forward.

It is not often I agree with you HF but your little satire was spot on. I think it is time to change. Let's admit that we made a mistake selling our soul to the devil and get a coach who can put us back on track to what are about. I am willing to see my team getting relegated; but not like this. Not surrendering, being clueless, and making useless teams like Norwich, Hull and even Chelsea look great.

Anonymous said...

what a waste of time to write all this.you have too much time on your hands mate

Anonymous said...

The only coach available who is better than sam has just joined palace. Your attempt at satire/humour mirrors your teams defending. Luckily for you not many read your blogs. Toe curling.

Anonymous said...

That is why you will never be taken seriously as a football supporter, Sav and your opinion means absolutely nothing. Unfortunately you just don't 'choose' which team you support based on their style of football. You think that the fact you haven't won anything doesn't make you a glory supporter and I suppose you're right. You're definitely not a West Ham fan though.

Anonymous said...

Why don't you sack Sam and appoint Warnock?

Anonymous said...

tl;dr

Chunky said...

Spot on, Sav. Couldn't agree more. I was happy to win nothing when playing attractive football. None of us are West Ham fans because of the number of trophies we win.

Sam has reduced us to a team who serves up dross weekly and still wins nothing! Quite frankly, I dread watching us these days [sigh]

videobuoy buoy said...

The following statistics can be found on soccerbase.com and if you calculate the percentage of losses each of our 13 managers had it works out as follows:

1. Billy Bonds 18%
2= S.Allardyce 31%
3.L.Macari 31%
4. J. Lyall 34%
5. C.Paynter 35%
6. A.Pardew 36%
7 = H.Redknapp 37%
8.King 37%
9. Greenwood 38%
10.Fenton 38%
11. Grant 42%
12.Roeder 42%
13. Zola 45%

This proves that Billy was our most successful manager by far, I wonder why he was ever sacked, definitely not on his record, could of only been 'the knife in the back'.

Anonymous said...

Kevin in Manchester writies..

You are right if we do get relegated it will be for the silly reason of risking a season without a recognised striker. Building the team around Carroll may have been BFS wet dream but it was a horrible risk and so it has proved. They say the higher you rise in the world; the less you do but what you do is more important. As you know, I have always been a fan of Sam and his practical approach to building a team from the back; injecting resiliance, a quality often lacking in West Ham down the years but with this he has undone all his good work... it is almost Shakespearean that when he then gets an attacking rush of blood to the head .. it should go so wrong. Still not sure that we will go down but it's a sure possibility, especially if Winston reamins on the sidelines.