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"I
am not a number, I'm a free man," bellowed the
Prisoner. Greedy sod, he should have been grateful,
because Coventry City striker Paul Williams is remembered
in the tomes of football folly by just a solitary letter.
Yes, one blessed letter.
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UNITED
THEY STAND...IN SOUTH WALES
THURSDAY
17th JULY 2008 |
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| It's
part and parcel of the game - you do well,
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Problem
was, when prancing around for Milton Mount
United under 13s I never did that well,
and certainly never got spotted .. well,
maybe by the opposition manager as a weak
link in a defence already shipping more
goals than Derby County.
Anyway, Swansea City boss Roberto Martinez
has been the latest name to be hoisted
up the flagpole in respect of the no.2
job at Manchester United, as vacated by
Carlos Queiroz who has stepped into 'big'
Phil Scolari's 'actually not very big'
shoes as Portugal coach.
Spaniard Martinez's worth escalates with
every passing week, having overseen the
Swans' romp to the League One title last
season in his first year as a manager.
Joining Fergie op North would be a great
opportunity for the gaffer to step into
one of the biggest jobs in football, and
it would help him reassemble those Lancastrian
vocal tones having first landed on these
shores back in 1995 as a player at Wigan
Athletic.
I've had the pleasure of dealing with
Roberto many times over the past year,
and it would be true to say he is one
of the nicest guys in the game .. he even
smiled off a heavily inebriated text I
delivered to him at 2am on the night Swansea
clinched promotion to the Championship
.. *hiccup*
But there are bigger forces in play here.
Sure, he says he's staying in South Wales,
because he's that sort of loyal guy, and
many would applaud that. But more than
that, departing Swansea would leave a
bunch of Spanish footballers who signed
up for a footy revolution left a little
bewildered and probably wondering what
the hell they'd let themselves in for.
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Martinez
has ferried over no fewer than five Spanish
players from continental heavyweights
such as Espanyol, and if you think Jan
Molby's accent was a just a wee bit freaky
after a few years at Liverpool, imagine
what spoken anomalies would develop at
the Liberty Stadium with Martinez awol
at Old Trafford.
¿Cuál manera es Rasputins
vodka bar et a que hora cierre Ritzys,
boyo?
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