No because I believe Powell would keep us up himself if he had a reasonable amount of control over the players he was buying, selling, and picking.
Powell should walk away and go and take a proper job. There is no reason he should be wasting his time being taken the piss out of through loyalty to us. We d all be much happier cheering on Avram Grant anyway eh.
I would also add that Powell was on course to keep us up before the Roland Empire invaded.
I to blame Roland for our two defeats to Doncaster and Wigan since he took charge. His tatics and use of substitutes is appalling and how does he expect us to win games with less than 40 per cent possession Sack Roland and bring in Simon Jordan
IF you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied about, don't deal in lies, Or being hated, don't give way to hating, And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master; If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim; If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two impostors just the same; If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breathe a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, ' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch, if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you, If all men count with you, but none too much; If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds' worth of distance run, Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!
Vincent, relegation is based on league position which is based on total number of points not total number of wins.
Thanks I didn't know that and where are we in the league
Even lower than we were before this Belgian joker took over and started selling our best players and enforcing comedy keepers and semi professional full backs on our "manager".
I've got to say, having read this thread through from beginning to end, and considered the points raised in it on merit, I realised what it is that has truly been bugging me about scabbyhorse.
I cant stick up for him any longer... Poor squad, yes. And I love the man, he's one of my heros. But think it's time for him to go, tactics recently have been nothing short of baffling and I wish him all the best for the future. Think he'll be a great manager some day, but still has a lot to learn and we can't be facilitating him learning when we're as deep in a relegation scrap as we are.
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Powell should walk away and go and take a proper job. There is no reason he should be wasting his time being taken the piss out of through loyalty to us. We d all be much happier cheering on Avram Grant anyway eh.
That tells me you want Powell sacked.
Why don't you back the team, back the manager - and support the team?
His tatics and use of substitutes is appalling and how does he expect us to win games with less than 40 per cent possession
Sack Roland and bring in Simon Jordan
4 games unbeaten and hadn't been in the relegation zone all season.
This goes for 'You'd all be praising Powell right now had he won!' as well as this.
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!
That is one fucking ugly dog.