Oh Bollox, here we go again. This is how this works:
We get a manager, he proves to be shite, we clamour to get rid, he goes, we then wax lyrical about all the exciting possibilities, one by one they f*ck us off and we're left with the shite.
I can see him kissing the red devil badge now as we go down to our customary demolition at Old Trafford.
It's all sooooooo predictable. Mug me off if you want but I know I'm right.
Yet another manager of our great club deeply in love with another. Woopee do.