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It's Dave. Dave Platini.

I love a bit of self pity, me. Can't beat a good old wallow in self pity. The La's "There She Goes," how's that for 3 glorious minutes of self-pitying Scouse scallywag singing and songwriting. Self pity put to jolly good use. Guitar, bass, drums + scallies on self pity = pop music! Alright la' Them Massive Attack boys, fair play to 'em, they knocked up a decent attempt at putting Bristol's "meh, shrug shoulders, whatever" down on vinyl but that ain't getting yer toe tapping, or yer crowd singing.

Woops. Was looking at Euro finals!

They were "atmospheric" in 1964, before they'd won a thing.* We're bloody apathetic, even when we're doing well (ie 78/79, finish 13th, do very well, and crowds were down on the first two years up! No wonder AD moaned about support in his programme notes every week). * yes, yes. I know.

They didn't, no.

Thing is, they are amazing. Which is annoying! And irritating. Cos we ain't amazing.

Yeah, not the same anymore. Bit Brexit, but give me a Liverpool team of (yer): Clemences Neals Smiffs Hughes Jones McDermotts Kennedies Keegans Callaghans Cases Heighways and I might care. But not this jamboree

Shite at Everton, mind. He'd be worse managing us

"Sid" Vinicius with a tap in at the far stick, 1:0

Cos they wuz beyond the keeper; need two beyond the keeper

Jens Hegler?

Toni "Stone the" Kroos - he's basically Jens Hegeler (but with medals)

A lively crowd, the Liverpudlians, so I understand. Boisterous, even.

And stretching the term city I would say

How would you too old fellas suggest us young firebrands spend a long, hot summer (following three turgid winters) - following the "action" down Nevil Road?

This offer that we're "pretty sure" Posh made, then, do we think this was: a. We're a Championship club, we need a Championship manager/HC, or b. We're as good as gone here, we need someone to give get us firing in L1? What is football's view of LJ's level, would you say? Let's leave us Bristol City fans out of this! we come to this already decided and with prejudice.

Leaving aside what we think of him, what does Professional Football think about Lee and his "level" as a Head Coach? Looks like Football thinks he is L1/Scotland but not Old Firm. One Championship position secured and worked at by Lee thus far, and there was a degree of "who you know" (as much as "what you've done") in that appointment I think we can agree it is fair to say. And at any other Championship club, I believe it is also fair to speculate, Lee would not have survived the season he served up in 2016/17. The season where he set a new club record for consecutive league defeats (and was rewarded with a contract extension). Unless Lee is turning down Championship clubs every month and we're not aware of it? Were Posh interested? Does that count?

You have told us more here about football and football management (and possibly Bristol City) with these two lines than 5 years of hundreds of us blokes droning on about recruitment, how "he set the team up," ffbloodyp, substitutions, whether the manager is shouting enough from the technical area during games, tactics, Parsons Street, expected blinkin goals, "assists" etc blah etc. Got anymore of this stuff?

...and Tiny (Dancer)

By channelling your inner Evangelical, American Christian television channel preacher, and bellowing the words (whilst perspiring profusely): "I'm doing this for your benefit, not for me!"

What's the answer then? Never sack any manager, ever? Should we still have Alan Dicks as manager? Or Bob Houghton? Or Roy Hodgson??? Actually, we could've done worse than given Roy a 40 year contract, a job for life.

Yes. Paul and George were ok, they were "nice." You wouldn't catch them streaming across the pitch, let alone taking Billy Sharp out. Whereas (before he went all, "I am the walrus") John, now he had that bit of nastiness about him ....

I prefer hedging to fencing.

1963. When people started having sex.

That was the kreck drugs, Spud. Back in the 90s, everyone was blissed up, loved up, and madferit = Deano/Bez. ie top human + nonstop dancing. Now, all this cocaine + booze = Liam Gallagher. ie ********.