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Post by Bath Gas on Feb 9, 2022 21:20:31 GMT
Once Barton has left Rovers for what ever reason no club in the entire UK would go near him, his criminal CV alone would put any new owner off employing him, he is unemployable. Add to that his managerial history is average to say the least, battered in a Div 1 play off by Wycombe Wanderers whilst at Fleetwood and relegated with Rovers, his record speaks for itself, who'd want him anyway and the baggage he brings. John Sheridan showed him up last night as tactically inept. As for the Post, it's about time they stopped sucking up with deliberate bias fed information and report on the club impartially and constructively, it would serve them better. I would be very surprised if another club didn't employ him at some point.
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Post by droitwichgas on Feb 9, 2022 22:00:08 GMT
Once Barton has left Rovers for what ever reason no club in the entire UK would go near him, his criminal CV alone would put any new owner off employing him, he is unemployable. Add to that his managerial history is average to say the least, battered in a Div 1 play off by Wycombe Wanderers whilst at Fleetwood and relegated with Rovers, his record speaks for itself, who'd want him anyway and the baggage he brings. John Sheridan showed him up last night as tactically inept. As for the Post, it's about time they stopped sucking up with deliberate bias fed information and report on the club impartially and constructively, it would serve them better. I would be very surprised if another club didn't employ him at some point. We can only hope he'll get headhunted sooner or later!
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Post by a more piratey game on Feb 9, 2022 22:21:56 GMT
Once Barton has left Rovers for what ever reason no club in the entire UK would go near him, his criminal CV alone would put any new owner off employing him, he is unemployable. Add to that his managerial history is average to say the least, battered in a Div 1 play off by Wycombe Wanderers whilst at Fleetwood and relegated with Rovers, his record speaks for itself, who'd want him anyway and the baggage he brings. John Sheridan showed him up last night as tactically inept. As for the Post, it's about time they stopped sucking up with deliberate bias fed information and report on the club impartially and constructively, it would serve them better. I would be very surprised if another club didn't employ him at some point. what do you say that BG - do you think he is building a reputation as a manager/because football likes 'characters'/the manager roundabout just carries on/other?
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Post by Deleted on Feb 9, 2022 22:35:23 GMT
Once Barton has left Rovers for what ever reason no club in the entire UK would go near him, his criminal CV alone would put any new owner off employing him, he is unemployable. Add to that his managerial history is average to say the least, battered in a Div 1 play off by Wycombe Wanderers whilst at Fleetwood and relegated with Rovers, his record speaks for itself, who'd want him anyway and the baggage he brings. John Sheridan showed him up last night as tactically inept. As for the Post, it's about time they stopped sucking up with deliberate bias fed information and report on the club impartially and constructively, it would serve them better. I would be very surprised if another club didn't employ him at some point. West Ham maybe. It appears that they don't care about employing spiteful, nasty b'stards either.
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Post by Bath Gas on Feb 9, 2022 22:41:20 GMT
I would be very surprised if another club didn't employ him at some point. what do you say that BG - do you think he is building a reputation as a manager/because football likes 'characters'/the manager roundabout just carries on/other? I'm sure there are managers out there with worse CVs, and I think that some clubs do like to be associated with a well known name. As for morals, does the football industry actually have any these days.
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Post by One F in Dunford on Feb 10, 2022 8:48:11 GMT
I would be very surprised if another club didn't employ him at some point. West Ham maybe. It appears that they don't care about employing spiteful, nasty b*****ds either. Welcome to the forum Wavers. Only took you 6 years to decide to post!
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Post by kingswood Polak on Feb 10, 2022 9:11:10 GMT
I would be very surprised if another club didn't employ him at some point. West Ham maybe. It appears that they don't care about employing spiteful, nasty b*****ds either. He has been fined 250K, just one weeks wage and his cats taken from him. I always find it odd how outraged people get when an animal is involved but can be indifferent when it comes to human beings. That wage is ridiculous too but that modern and obscene football for you
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Post by a more piratey game on Feb 10, 2022 9:22:47 GMT
what do you say that BG - do you think he is building a reputation as a manager/because football likes 'characters'/the manager roundabout just carries on/other? I'm sure there are managers out there with worse CVs, and I think that some clubs do like to be associated with a well known name. As for morals, does the football industry actually have any these days. that's a bit damning about the whole darn lot of them - a bit 'tarred with the same brush'y I can't help thinking that there are lots of them in ownerships that do - Dale Vince is probably one (whatever you think of him), the bloke who owns/owned Everton (Bill Kenwright?), (I hate to say it but) Steve Lansdown, the people who have helped build up AFC Wombles all spring to mind and, from the past - Alan Sugar, Bobby Robson, Jimmy Hill there's still a lot of good in the game. People often distinguish themselves over the longer term by the choices they make
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Post by a more piratey game on Feb 10, 2022 9:29:10 GMT
I'm sure there are managers out there with worse CVs, and I think that some clubs do like to be associated with a well known name. As for morals, does the football industry actually have any these days. that's a bit damning about the whole darn lot of them - a bit 'tarred with the same brush'y I can't help thinking that there are lots of them in ownerships that do - Dale Vince is probably one (whatever you think of him), the bloke who owns/owned Everton (Bill Kenwright?), (I hate to say it but) Steve Lansdown, the people who have helped build up AFC Wombles all spring to mind and, from the past - Alan Sugar, Bobby Robson, Jimmy Hill there's still a lot of good in the game. People often distinguish themselves over the longer term by the choices they make oh, and, of course, the sainted Delia and for East Anglian balance, Ed Sheeran is showing early promise?
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Post by a more piratey game on Feb 10, 2022 17:53:21 GMT
it seems the Old Vic is chipping in on this conversation...
Do we really need another revival of Patrick Marber’s heartbroken love-letter to football, barely four years after it was revived in Newcastle and six-and-a-half after it premiered, at considerably longer length, at the National? Set in the locker room of a non-league club fighting for financial survival, and pitting the wheeler-dealer schemes of a cut-price manager against the passion of a beloved former player, it’s on one level the stuff of Radio 5 Live phone-ins, with all the familiar eye-roll-inducing clichés about “loyalty” and “history” rubbing up against the venality and cynicism of those who control the sport. No one needs to be told, these days, that the beautiful game long ago sold its soul.
Yet Marber’s three-hander is more than just a sinuous lament for what has been lost even at the lowest echelons of the game: it’s a probing look at why men – particularly screwed-up, broken ones – should form such peculiarly intense, quasi-religious relationships with football itself. You can scent the dysfunction a mile off in Joe Sims’s Kidd, a shark in a suit whose pumped-up bluster and Poundland-Corleone terrorising of Jordan (Thomas McGee), a talented new signing, can scarcely disguise the blank space where his heart should be. Club veteran Yates (David Lloyd), meanwhile, loves the club so much that his chest bears a tattoo of its logo, and he’s so unable to leave the site of his former glory that he’s devoted his retirement to ironing the kits.
For the two men, both estranged from their children, the nervy, conflicted Jordan serves almost as a surrogate son whose loyalty they fight each other to secure, albeit for different reasons: the badly indebted Kidd sees Jordan as a means of making a quick buck, while Yates regards him as the anointed child on whose shoulders, or rather feet, the club’s salvation rests.
Ed Viney’s production is (ahem) a game of two halves, with the first 45 minutes or so struggling to find the rhythm of Marber’s tricksy verbal footwork, which blends a gobby vernacular with a richer demotic poetry. But after that, it settles into a blistering exposé of rudderless masculinity, and of the damage wrought by absent or abusive fathers and the abject loneliness of men abandoned by their families. It boasts, too, a particularly entertaining performance from Sims – to be fair, Kidd is a cracker of a part – who thrives on aggression and cuts a knowingly absurd figure (“I’m a foolly fool of a person”) and who, beneath the foul-mouthed swagger, knows he’ll never amount to more than a non-league manager.
Viney’s production could be more atmospheric: one really needs to smell the sweat, not to mention the desperation, in a play such as this. Instead, James Helps’s set design feels like a fairly perfunctory approximation of a locker-room. It also struggles to elucidate the many biblical references that litter the text, although that may be more the fault of Marber, who toys with allegory without fully developing it. But this is still a potent evening. Football is a life-and-death matter, of course, but it’s also still only a game – albeit one played and obsessed over by men who, for 90 glorious minutes each week, can pretend they are bigger, better and much more loved than they know they really are.
Until February 19. Tickets: 0117 987 7877; bristololdvic.org.uk
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Post by a more piratey game on Feb 10, 2022 17:55:40 GMT
review is by Claire Allfree in today's Telegraph
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Post by RiversGas on Feb 10, 2022 20:29:05 GMT
West Ham maybe. It appears that they don't care about employing spiteful, nasty b*****ds either. He has been fined 250K, just one weeks wage and his cats taken from him. I always find it odd how outraged people get when an animal is involved but can be indifferent when it comes to human beings. That wage is ridiculous too but that modern and obscene football for you £250K was two weeks wages. The maximum fine allowed under his contract.
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Post by kingswood Polak on Feb 11, 2022 7:41:15 GMT
He has been fined 250K, just one weeks wage and his cats taken from him. I always find it odd how outraged people get when an animal is involved but can be indifferent when it comes to human beings. That wage is ridiculous too but that modern and obscene football for you £250K was two weeks wages. The maximum fine allowed under his contract. Still obscene as i view it. To think Manchester United paid 100 million for a player is just beyond any reason i can think of and it really has ruined football
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Post by alftupper on Feb 11, 2022 8:09:11 GMT
West Ham maybe. It appears that they don't care about employing spiteful, nasty b*****ds either. He has been fined 250K, just one weeks wage and his cats taken from him. I always find it odd how outraged people get when an animal is involved but can be indifferent when it comes to human beings. That wage is ridiculous too but that modern and obscene football for you I`m not indifferent to the suffering of human beings, but, to me, cruelty to small children or animals, anything that`s 100% dependent on the protection of those that are supposed to be looking after them, is especially upsetting. As is this case.
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Post by Bath Gas on Feb 11, 2022 10:33:35 GMT
it seems the Old Vic is chipping in on this conversation... Do we really need another revival of Patrick Marber’s heartbroken love-letter to football, barely four years after it was revived in Newcastle and six-and-a-half after it premiered, at considerably longer length, at the National? Set in the locker room of a non-league club fighting for financial survival, and pitting the wheeler-dealer schemes of a cut-price manager against the passion of a beloved former player, it’s on one level the stuff of Radio 5 Live phone-ins, with all the familiar eye-roll-inducing clichés about “loyalty” and “history” rubbing up against the venality and cynicism of those who control the sport. No one needs to be told, these days, that the beautiful game long ago sold its soul. Yet Marber’s three-hander is more than just a sinuous lament for what has been lost even at the lowest echelons of the game: it’s a probing look at why men – particularly screwed-up, broken ones – should form such peculiarly intense, quasi-religious relationships with football itself. You can scent the dysfunction a mile off in Joe Sims’s Kidd, a shark in a suit whose pumped-up bluster and Poundland-Corleone terrorising of Jordan (Thomas McGee), a talented new signing, can scarcely disguise the blank space where his heart should be. Club veteran Yates (David Lloyd), meanwhile, loves the club so much that his chest bears a tattoo of its logo, and he’s so unable to leave the site of his former glory that he’s devoted his retirement to ironing the kits. For the two men, both estranged from their children, the nervy, conflicted Jordan serves almost as a surrogate son whose loyalty they fight each other to secure, albeit for different reasons: the badly indebted Kidd sees Jordan as a means of making a quick buck, while Yates regards him as the anointed child on whose shoulders, or rather feet, the club’s salvation rests. Ed Viney’s production is (ahem) a game of two halves, with the first 45 minutes or so struggling to find the rhythm of Marber’s tricksy verbal footwork, which blends a gobby vernacular with a richer demotic poetry. But after that, it settles into a blistering exposé of rudderless masculinity, and of the damage wrought by absent or abusive fathers and the abject loneliness of men abandoned by their families. It boasts, too, a particularly entertaining performance from Sims – to be fair, Kidd is a cracker of a part – who thrives on aggression and cuts a knowingly absurd figure (“I’m a foolly fool of a person”) and who, beneath the foul-mouthed swagger, knows he’ll never amount to more than a non-league manager. Viney’s production could be more atmospheric: one really needs to smell the sweat, not to mention the desperation, in a play such as this. Instead, James Helps’s set design feels like a fairly perfunctory approximation of a locker-room. It also struggles to elucidate the many biblical references that litter the text, although that may be more the fault of Marber, who toys with allegory without fully developing it. But this is still a potent evening. Football is a life-and-death matter, of course, but it’s also still only a game – albeit one played and obsessed over by men who, for 90 glorious minutes each week, can pretend they are bigger, better and much more loved than they know they really are. Until February 19. Tickets: 0117 987 7877; bristololdvic.org.uk I went to see this production yesterday afternoon, and highly recommend it. Unlike the critic above, I actually felt as though I was in the dressing room, evesdropping on their conversations. Excellent performances from the three actors, it is the first main role for the young lad who plays Jordan, who was chosen via open casting - his final scene with David Lloyd brought tears to my eyes. Nice little cameo from Geoff Twentyman via the radio in the corner of the dressing room. Met Joe Sims in the bar afterwards, a true gent. Ticket for the Matinee was only £12.50 - I loved the fact that it started at 3 p.m. and lasted 90 minutes.
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Post by Bath Gas on Feb 11, 2022 13:36:48 GMT
I'm sure there are managers out there with worse CVs, and I think that some clubs do like to be associated with a well known name. As for morals, does the football industry actually have any these days. that's a bit damning about the whole darn lot of them - a bit 'tarred with the same brush'y I can't help thinking that there are lots of them in ownerships that do - Dale Vince is probably one (whatever you think of him), the bloke who owns/owned Everton (Bill Kenwright?), (I hate to say it but) Steve Lansdown, the people who have helped build up AFC Wombles all spring to mind and, from the past - Alan Sugar, Bobby Robson, Jimmy Hill there's still a lot of good in the game. People often distinguish themselves over the longer term by the choices they make Sorry, I should have been clearer, I wasn't only referring to club owners, there are indeed some decent ones out there.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 11, 2022 13:52:38 GMT
Bath Gas, Joe Sims drinks in my local on occasion. (I hasten to add, my only visits are weekends!) He's a modest and decent bloke, despite his heathen allegiances.
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Post by Bath Gas on Feb 11, 2022 14:02:24 GMT
Bath Gas, Joe Sims drinks in my local on occasion. (I hasten to add, my only visits are weekends!) He's a modest and decent bloke, despite his heathen allegiances. Joe came across as a very genuine person, he Tweeted me to apologise for not being able to chat for very long, as friends of his parents were there. He wants the Bristol derby back, as long as they're always above us in the league!
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Post by Bamber Gashead on Feb 12, 2022 23:25:42 GMT
Just for perspective following our recent 'upturn' in form Barton's league record with us is now as follows: P46 W13 D10 L23 F49 A63 Pts49 That is the equivalent to a full season and would STILL see us relegated in most situations.
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Post by Bath Gas on Feb 13, 2022 10:03:35 GMT
Just for perspective following our recent 'upturn' in form Barton's league record with us is now as follows: P46 W13 D10 L23 F49 A63 Pts49 That is the equivalent to a full season and would STILL see us relegated in most situations. To put some perspective on that, we are now operating with virtually a totally different squad than the pig's ear which JB had to work with when he first arrived. Chalk and cheese, and the more recent results have shown this.
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