BIG SAM'S BIG CHANCE

Sir Alex Ferguson, Jose Mourinho and Arsene Wenger, Sam Alladyce can remonstrate like the best of them. When it comes to downright moaning he is out does them all and makes the match of the day studio look like . Whether it is the lack of transfer funding, the timing of the African Nations Cup, or being snubbed for the England manager's role, Alladyce can bleet like the most discontented sheep. Finally though he has what he wanted: a shot at the big time. The actual big time, no disrepect to Bolton.
The reasonably wealthy and supported yet woefully unsuccessful enigma that is Newcastle United has gone far beyond the point of compassion fatigue.
Many manager begun their demise with an ill stated stint on Tyneside Kevin Keegan, Ruud Gullit, Kenny Dalglsi and all of them terrible ones.
Newcastle though remains or at least so, probably more importantly, in the eyes of their supports and many a interested onlooker.
Alladyce did a fine job at Bolton and any attempts by the establishment to undermine his time and legacy ought to be exposed a the triffle that it is.




Will the real fat Sam, please stand up!

TIME TO BAN FOREIGNERS FROM INTERNATIONAL FOOTBALL

sdSensationalist rhetoric reigns the airwaves and printing press; a game is either abysmal or magnificent, a performance either deplorable or triumphant, there is often little publicised space for the decent, the very good the good, . . Not least for the players, who a either chastised as the worst or celebrated as the greatest. In this polarised world of football perceptions it is no wonder that there are so many overrated and underrated players.

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FOOTBALL NEEDS CLASS REVOLUTION

It is irrefutable, irreconsiable, inveitable, football is all about class. It has been that way for years since the games conception through generations of , but the time has come for a revolution of enlightenment. It is time to determine the schoolboys from the boys of the world class and, more importantly, the innumerate subsections that lie anonimously in between; If only for Frank Lampard.

In a single sentence erratic pundits will lament the absymal defending of shoolboys whilst praising the predatory instincts of the world class forward; How is it possible for the two be on the same pitch? Are there really such disparities in the quality of footballers? It is a good job they are not playing rugby or Thai boxing.

The current class system is most confusing and vulnerable when it has the attention of the masses adorned upon it: The World Cup.

In the run up to the event the most important question, nausiatingly posed to anything from to radio DJs, is: How many world class players do England have?

The estimates vary here between the Mark Lawrence/Mick McCarthy pact of pessimism who suggest one possible and the 59 million blind drunk nationalist proposing ten certainties (even the most deluded Union Jack draped, anthem singing, beer swigger can spot the donkey who ought to be in a paddock rather than on a pitch). The pessimists are closer to being realitists than the optimists. And of course many a reputation is culled after the competition leaving far fewer than at the outset, exactly how few a reflection of exactly how badly England did.

The second question: How many world class players does it take to win a world cup?
Again a bamboozling poser as every member of the world cup winning team is branded world class. The fact is that the answer to both the questions doesn't matter at all.
A revolution is in order the; the class system must reinvented. Here are a few suggestions:
Frank Lampard-, Kaka
The disturbed channel five viewer:
Miss Bognor Regis, Miss UK-Frank Lampard, Miss Sweden-, Miss Universe-Kaka
Obvious but effective:
Conference class- , Premier class-Frank Lampard, European class-Jens Lehman, World class-Ronaldinho