Tuesday, 12 December 2006

Now I lay me down to sleep.......

Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
If I should die before I wake,
I pray the Lord my soul to take
Amen.......

Oh, and one other thing God, about this Charlton manager business......

I thought we got this managerial thing all sorted out?
I mean, fair enough, the board made a mistake with dowie but with a little divine intervention you got it sorted....didn't ya?
Heh, heh, heh, the looks on those 'dowie is great' mugs was something to behold when he got the boot I can tell you,
Only 12 league games too, God, you're a bloody genius....
I bet even those muppets down at the palarse had jolly good larf too.....
Not that I'm gloating, God, no, far from it...
You know me, I'm as magnanimous as the next man and I wish dowie all the best for the future... Where ever he lands up.....
God knows they're gonna need it, ooops, no offence God.......
The thing is, God, I know you promised us a top line manager with oodles of experience and a CV as long as yer arm but Les Reed?
Gordon Bennet, God, why him for Christ's sake? Eh?
If results could speak we'd all be struck bleedin' dumb...
Even his ratings on FM 2007 are rubbish....
And he looks like that Norris Cole from Coronation Street...
We're becoming a laughing stock, God....
Alright, I suppose even the Great Almighty like yerself has difficulties working miracles that quick sometimes and I don't doubt he's just part of the greater plan you got for us in the future....
Heh, heh, I bet you're just letting him mind the ship while you get us the top bloke, eh?
Clever, very clever...
I suppose that's why you're God, innit?
It's just that it's coming up to Christmas and we still periously close to going on the fizzy pop tour next season so I thought I'd give you a gentle reminder, so to speak....
If you could just give us a sign that we're going to be out of the shite real soon we'd all be very grateful, God...
Perhaps three point against them scouse gits on Saturday?
You know they're nothing but a bunch of heathens anyway, steal the steam off yer shite they would...
Anyway, God, I'll leave it up to you....
Oh, and one last thing, God.....
There's been some rumours doing the rounds about Pardew coming into God's country as the next manager...
It ain't true, is it, God?
I mean, what's he done for Worst Ham in recent years?
Apart from promotion to the Prem and qualification into Europe, for which they had to lose to qualify I might add....what's he done?
He's spent millions, God, bleedin' millions, and what's it got him? A P bloody 45, that's what it's got him....
Ok, a he got them to the FA Cup final, bloody hell, God, even the Spanners got to the bleedin' cup final....fat lot of good it did them too.....
You didn't go out and hire that funny looking dwarf, Wise, on the strength of it though, did you?, no, you got more sense than that, God....
So, what I'm saying, God, is....
You may be tempted to hire Pardew as a short term replacement but in the long term it would be a disaster for the club you made and an love, wouldn't it?
So if you could just have a word in Dicky Murray's ear and put him to the wise, somewhat...
Perhap's the odd nightmare of Southport from the past, or worse, Scunthorpe of the future.....
I'm sure we'd all sleep a lot better in our beds tonight if you could make him see sense...
I know you know it makes sense, God.
Amen
Oh, and God bless little baby, Jesus, on his up and coming birthday, how old is he now....?
Oh, and any more word on that Russion oil tycoon yet....?
Good night.......

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