Actually, I wonder whether the outrage won't soon burn itself out a bit.
We might return to the resigned, dry wryness of the 70s :cloud9:
People on the terraces said actual funny things. They didn't just spit vile abuse at their own manager.
Deep into another 0-0 draw, one of our blundering, semi-co-ordinated 'footballers' shanks one high and wide onto the roof of the North Bank and the bloke next to me, a fat lad in a flasher's mac tied with string around his waist, says absolutely deadpan, "I'll get it."
I'm actually píssing myself even now. "I'll get it." The lad was a comedy fúcking genius.