Sunday morning’s papers made for unwelcome reading by most Leeds United fans. Massimo Cellino’s gamble that a mere look at the league table would tell Leeds United fans all they need to know about their Head Coaches ability was badly wrong. His personal slights on Neil Redfearn’s character have been met with a dignified silence by the Yorkshire man. One wonders whether Cellino would have the nerve to call Neil Redfearn a baby or weak to his face. Man to man.
Life goes on though, and Massimo Cellino appears to have already sourced his favoured successor, someone ‘Angry’ who like him ‘wants revenge’ – revenge for what? Angry about what Massimo?
With such a maverick at the helm you wouldn’t be surprised if General Zod turned up as our next manager, smarting from his latest defeat at the hands of Superman? Or Perhaps the Norse God Loki, hell bent on revenge against the mighty horde of Asgard. One things for sure the appointment will doubtless be about as left-field as it gets.
If we are beginning to follow a pattern now, looking at last summer we are at the second step – isolate coach and publicly bad mouth him step one `make it impossible for the coach to work’ has already been achieved and effectively nullified any chance of us getting into the top 10.
Step 3 though is the most worrying. Last summer we spoke about the likes of Steve Clarke, Gus Poyet, Simon Grayson, Eamonn Dolan, we all know who we ended up with though god help us.
As per last year we’re all looking at rational targets, Poyet, Warburton, and Adkins. But Joe Kinnear is angry too no doubt, and Dave Bassett likewise big Ron Atkinson? You just don’t know with Cellino. His plaintive cries of midnight crying will hold little water with most Leeds fans who’ve spent most weekends in tears since he arrived, and unproductively searching Wikipedia to find out who the dickens he’s just signed?
Would Gus Poyet, Nigel Adkins, Harry Redknapp (he is available you know & has experience of insane club owners) be prepared to waive their rights to choose the players the club signs? Would they be happy with the security of tenure offered at Leeds? Would you?
Big names will be attracted to the job, but once in the pressure cooker at Leeds it’s a different ball-game, sadly not football.
Last week’s press conference was painful to watch. Ever-Professional Adam Pearson had the look of an embarrassed father in law at a wedding as the drunken best man revealed his relationship some years ago with the bride. Had he had the opportunity to start chain smoking and leave youd be sure that he would have done. He of course had to wash / clean the floor (or something) first however.
Massimo Cellino’s upcoming tax cases in Italy and the investigation by the FA into his transfer dealings will of course ensure his focus is taken elsewhere and one can only hope that in those absences Pearson really will take control of the situation wholesale. Isolate the nearer do wells in the changing room, deal with informants and acolytes causing unrest in the boardroom. This can really be our only hope of stability.
Cellino has made a rod for his own back with his personal insults in the media to Redfearn one imagines a tribunal would have a field day, he’s also put the good work done at the academy at risk. Not only will there be no one in charge if Ward and Redfearn go, but the challenges made to the issue of running costs, and productivity seem way off beam. How on earth on the one hand can he praise Cook, Byram, Phillips, Taylor, Mowatt – and then lambast an unproductive academy – one which has Coyle, Dawson, Phillips, Walters, Grimes, Killock, Skelton all waiting in the wings and by all accounts as able as their aforementioned group?
Why tear down that institution and the work it’s done? Any manager incoming would no doubt be at great pains to replicate what Redfearn did by bringing through some of England’s best young talent. Byram and Mowatt need not say no to an offer from Liverpool or Arsenal, Cellino really does need to think this sort of thing through before shooting off his mouth.
And so we wait, pensively, hoping for a Poyet, but expecting a Joe Kinnear or a Glenn Roeder. Just when will the madness stop.
Reporter – Matthew Brown – Bolton