It's Just a Saga Now....

Do let me know what you think and that.

I'm with you pretty well 100% on those thoughts, Pabs.

Cheers mate. I'll be in touch soon, I know I've been solo for awhile. Time has been a factor.

My reaction to this has been very much like your own, Spherical - shock, sadness, and now many misgivings.

I was at the Millwall game, where - setting aside the truly embarrassing last 15 minutes when all descended into park football like 8 year olds, I thought we played neatly enough, won enough balls and passed well enough. Just like at Birmingham. And just like at Birmingham, we created the square root of naff all in their box, and neither forwards could do it for themselves. If Konchesky's thunderbolt shot had not brained the Millwall defender en route to the top corner it might have changed the game. As it was, blunders by Bamba (otherwise good) and Beckford (otherwise hopeless) cost us a game that was there to be won.

The Guardian's not wholly tongue-in-cheek 'Fiver' article gets it right, for me -

"Last weekend, following Leicester City's 3-0 home defeat to Millwall, who had not won away all season, the debonair Swedish enigma Sven-Goran Eriksson summoned his expensively assembled squad together and asked them for help to resolve a proper moustache-twirler, viz: how could he explain to the club's polo-loving Thai owner why his team have not spent this season beating all opponents like uppity proles?

He divided his squad into three groups and asked them to write down the reason for this failure to immediately convert cash into crushing victories. The details of the feedback have not yet been disclosed but, given that the manager was sacked on Monday night, it is not unreasonable to deduce that at least some of the players scrawled "Sven-Goran Eriksson" in big letters and paper aeroplaned it to the club owner, although Paul Konchesky is unlikely to have been one of them, since his mum took his pen and blamed it all on sc**bag fans.

Although having said that, bearing in mind that most of the players were bought by Sven, and quite recently too, and that performances have been mediocre rather than diabolical and the club is only two points off a play-off spot, the discontent probably did not come from the squad, nor from the supporters (most of whom yearn for stability having seen the club chop and change like Henry VIII in recent seasons), so it was really only at the very top of the club where patience ran out.

But, as the aforementioned polo-playing owner could tell you, decisions from the top are all that matter. So Sven suffered the same ignominy as Steve McClaren and Glenn Hoddle, former England managers who have gone into Championship clubs amid great fanfare and left with but a dull parp. "We would like to thank Sven for his efforts blah blah blah," droned the club following Sven's sacking. "Parp!" parped Sven dully."

Agree with your article spherical pretty much 100%. Just hope the moaners and anti-Sven brigade are happy when we end up with Davies.

Great song at the end there too!