Roy Hodgson

ROY HODGSON

There is a maxim. It goes “Plan for mediocrity and you will achieve it”. This sums up Roy Hodgson perfectly. The only manager in Liverpool’s great history who seems to revel in the mundane, the lacklustre and the insipid. There is a handful of iconic clubs in the world that demand a certain type of manager, a certain approach to running a great club. Real Madrid, Barcelona, Milan, Corinthians, Manchester united and Liverpool. All these and maybe a few more demand excellence and character in their incumbent manager or coach. A man who demands respect, this respect could have been earned within the club or earned externally. Houllier, Benitez, Shankley all earned respect from terms and endeavours at other clubs. Dalglish, Evans and Paisley al earned their stripes within Anfield. These managers all had the players and fans respect, some became idolised like football gods, some fell by the wayside but all had something about them that made them fit in at Anfield. Hodgson does not..

 Mr Hodgson insults the fans, plays players in the wrong positions, fails to inspire on the pitch or on the camera. Not even in Souness's dark reign has a manager been so distrusted to guide the team by the Liverpool fans. Souness's idea of a Liverpool player was someone that would punt the ball upfield, break someones legs and was at least 3 stone overweight, Molby, Stewart, Dicks and Ruddock all were of the hefty persuasion. Souness systematically tore our club apart. He sold influential players before their time and he regressed our football into something from the third division. But even a clown like souness was not as clueless and tepid as Hodgson is. The man is bereft of passion and an understanding of what an institution like Liverpool demands. The man splutters and stumbles through interviews and spews nonsense and absurdities, he appears like a befuddled old man, Staring vacantly into space and mumbling to himself. He is bewildered by the fans reaction to our predicament. He does not comprehend that the route one football that he so loves is not appropriate at anfield or in the premiership in this day and age. The bare faced cheek of the man to blame the fans for the clusterfuck against wolves is beyond the pale. The man needs to go. For the sake of our great club, please pay this confused and bewildered poor man off, pay him off so he can put on his tartan slippers, sit in front of his fire eating some nice hobnobs and dream about the glories he never really had.

His signings have been a failure (apart from Meireles). Its embarrassing to see a player in a red shirt such as Poulsen and that waste of flesh that he brought from Fulham to play at left back is a joke. Over the years we have had some donkeys. Heskey, Voronin, Cheyrou, Diouf, the list is a sad litany of ineptitude and dogshit ability but Konchesky and Poulsen are woeful, a joke to see in a red shirt. On the evidence I have seen I would even argue that they are professional footballers, We have talented youth players that he refuses to play, buying the two aforementioned donkeys instead of giving the youth players chance. We have two young players like Pacheco and Shelvey that are magnitudes better than some of our players he steadfastly plays. He even decided to use Pacheco and train his as a winger in our reserves. The man has lost the plot. People say we have a weak squad but eight out of the fourteen on the pitch against wolves played in the 4-1 mauling of Real Madrid a scant few years ago.

I will suport Liverpool to the day I die and I will always get behind the team. I thought that I would always support a new manager but in this my faith has been found to be lacking. I cannot support a man who spits on the hopes and dreams of the fans, who thinks a draw is a good result, who thought the 3-0 loss against Everton was the best football we have played. Who blamed the loss against Northampton on a couple of youth players (way to install confidence!), Who arrogantly believes he deserves the job and who blames the fans for our humbling against Wolves.

Please Roy, go. Go now.