It could be said that the lunatics have taken over the asylum. That the football world has gone just a little bit mad. Crazy even. Things are not as they should usually be.
You’ve got one (laughably dysfunctional) Premier League outfit that has won two trophies in as many years but is reported to be considering their managerial options (not without justification, truth be told), with at least four names being considered to replace the beleaguered, balding bloke in charge.
Another comedy club (no, not Jongleurs) released the best boss they’ve had in recent times, just as he was getting to grips with the lunacy of those above him to secure a place in European competition next season, being linked with some of the same targets as the club hinted at above with no top-flight experience.
Another team has lost their manager, because of a difference in philosophies (in other words, he wanted to spend the kind of dosh his superiors didn’t agree with), so they’re now scrabbling around for candidates (including one of their former bosses), while things ain’t much better elsewhere.
One Spanish side saw their coach announce several months ago that he was stepping down, only to reverse his decision, just to then be told this week he was sacked. Ouch, take that!
Meanwhile, another European super-power have spent half the campaign searching for a new boss, after the last one said he was on his bike, only to be rejected by several big names before closing in on a geek in a baseball cap with a dismal record
