I saw AM on the lash last week with that other tactical genius Gordon Strachan in the Saxon Mill, probably swapping notes 
Mrs W threatened me with death most horrible if I so much as looked at him funny, but it wound me up something rotten to see that twat laughing and joking without a care in the world
I'd liked to have seen him sacked before he'd even been given a parking space but I dont suppose he's enjoying life much at the moment, I'm not going to knock him for a having a beer with a mate. I'd imagine the stress levels of management are horrendous and the bloke looks like he's aged 10 years in as many months.
Yeah, I'd absolutely hate to endure those "stress levels" and would really struggle to enjoy life for a measly few million quid a year. For the money he's on you could sit me in a barrel of piss and throw turds at me all day and I'd still be smiling.
