I promise that I am getting on with writing about God’s Toilet, seriously I am!, but just as I was making progress with that blog and sorting out the technical difficulties I’ve been having with it well….
It’s them again…
Unless you have been living under a rock in 2026 you know exactly who they are so I’m going to do everyone a favour and not mention them by name yet again, it’s a dull name anyway.
Having covered up a decidedly disappointing 24-25 league season with a European trophy, they sacked the man who had won them that first trophy in almost 2 decades and replaced him with the best manager my team had ever had, prior to the Andrews Era (cue European Tour), to try and lift their injury ridden squad out of the lower reaches of the Premier League.
Anyone would have struggled against the utter lack of transfer strategy when they lost Son over the summer, 2 years after losing Kane, let alone them then losing their most creative midfielders to long-term injuries but it actually started really well till 2026 hit.
The club’s failure to replace the players that had been their talisman’s for a collective decade finally caught up with them in 2026 as they went 9 games without a single win before deciding that the only possible problem must be the manager and dispensing with his services.
They thought they could do better with his replacement and well that went well didn’t it
The man the club hierarchy turned too to pull them out of the relegation mire they’d slipped headfirst into was a man whose longest stint at a club was 2 seasons when at his hometown Hajduk Split in 2013-15.
As everyone guessed when he came in… it hasn’t worked out, with a squad that had looked to have turned a corner with back to back fighting performances against Liverpool and Atletico Madrid falling to pieces in their must win home showdown with Nottingham Forest.
That should have been the end of a 37 day experiment and in truth it probably was the moment the call to part ways was made, but the split was delayed a week whilst Tudor dealt with a family bereavement.
Giving Tudor a break to grieve his loss is the first good move the club’s hierarchy have made in far too long and my thoughts go out to him too.
Now that his tenure is over, a brief 44-day stint that makes Clough’s tenure at The Damned United feel like an eternity, the onus is back on those at the top to get this next call right.
A singular point in 5 league games was undeniably terrible, but if they get the next appointment that wrong then even the slim light of hope for safety will be extinguished.
To whoever comes next there’s only one thing to say… GOOD LUCK!!!
The Football tourist 