The Truth About Nagelsmann

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The Conte bashing continues unabated, the man who put Misfits FC into 4th place was a short-term spiv unprepared to commit long-term, according to Dan Kilpatrick

Kilpatrick appears incapable of processing the reasoning gap between having allegedly lost the entire dressing room and being just a point being Manchester United in third place.

This means facts go out the window, and we get a journalist endorsing a feelings-led muddle of disinformation. Were the players in love with Tony? The answer is almost certainly not, but who over the age of 12 would be concerned with that, if the results were coming in?

One could argue that the results were thin, but then that leaves one seriously suspending disbelief when weighing up the havoc wreaked by injury, and - as boring as it is, we cannot simply overlook the vast amount of money tied up in loaned-out players, which has obviously restricted Conte’s options.

Our latest injury sees Emerson Royal incapacitated, but that’s okay because we have Pedro Porro, who’s not a great defender, but we tore up Matt Doherty’s contract on an administrative whim.

Confused? Okay, you’re the manager of a Premier League side, and I’m the one who knocks.

Knock knock knock.

Who dat?

The one that knocks. Open up and put £200m+ worth of talent on the back of the truck. Chop chop.

Oh, fuck.

Then to double down on the bad way money is spent, Conte gets players that it’s highly unlikely he ever wanted. You know I’m going to drop Richarlisons name here. We all know about Djed Spence, but I can actually cut Levy a break on this one because the kid was inexpensive.

Richarlison has been defended vigorously, but just like every domestic side he’s played for, he doesn’t score. He moaned about not being selected, but was he scoring or looking dangerous in training?

Presumably, the same morons will be demanding to see more of Danjuma, who once tore up the Championship.

We will soon find out over the next 10 games because the shackles will be off.

As far as the search for a new coach is concerned, we have been advised that Julian Naglesmann is our number-one pick. Fabulous news, I’m sure you’ll agree. Enter stage left the plausible deniability juggling act from the football press.

Naglesmann wants Champions League football. Of course, he does, and I want free beer for the over 50s, but this won’t be set in stone. If Chelsea decided to finally trade up on Graham Potter, would Julian start pulling faces?