The hatred I have for this wanker is probably very irrational like. If he got hit by a train tomorrow afternoon I'd organise a fucking barbeque.
Shall I bring the Sheesh Colbabs?
How good is it just being able to have genuine faith and trust with the bloke in charge of the team? The gulf in talent is lightyears ahead of the chode brains we had before...just about the same species.
If you go in a huff and almost deliberately lax as a result - it's pretty gutless yeah. It's not a fetish, he just doesn't always step up when needed despite you knowing he has the aptitude. I look at that Shrewsbury behaviour and despair.