Smug BBC gravy train slurpers.
But Linker and Shearer are merely symptomatic of the football media these days. The infantilisation of coverage has resulted in coaches not being subjected to critical thinking, but to mentally weak chancers needing clicks.
Let’s look at Manchester United. Beyond the ghoul-in-chief, Sir Alex stalking the corridors of power like some semi-retired kingmaker, we have Sir Jim Ratcliffe bouncing around giving off Dragon’s Den vibes.
My, my, I bet the working environment is really yummy there. Staff should pay United to let them come in for 40 hours a week, eh?
Yet the rain is gushing through the roof like some shanty town outside Calcutta.
‘Oh, we only finished 8th, so let’s sack this one so we can then undermine another one.’
Ten Hag plaintively makes his case, the inconsistencies were born from missing players and not having his best or desired XI on more than but a handful of occasions.
Yet he’s still delivered silverware.
‘But nobody cares!’ screams the press, who simply want to generate more clicks.
Lineker at the close, throws in the line, ‘We hope to see you next season’, just as says he wants a ceasefire in Gaza, because innocent people are dying.
But he won’t mention the 7th of October.
It’s all rather shameful.
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