Well, my team Newcastle United managed to get themselves relegated into the Championship. We needed one point from the last game of the season and we couldn’t manage that. In the event, we needed just one goal in the last game of the season and we couldn’t manage that either.
We couldn’t even manage one shot on goal.
The players were too occupied planning their vacations. We used to call that being Demob Happy when I was serving Queen and Country, up to my neck in muck and bullets in the Black Forest, holding back the Russian Hordes. But I digress.
Anyway, we have bigger troubles now. The club is up for sale with no takers on the horizon. We have no manager. His contract ran out with no renewal in sight. We have 15 players with no cut contracts in excess of 50,000 pounds (80,000 US Dollars per week). These are the players who just got us relegated, mark you. The people who just went on vacation for a couple of months.
Into this happy state of affairs the club sent out Season Ticket Renewal Forms this week.
If you ever wanted a definition of Chutzpah, there it is, right there.

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