Not Content With Leeds Chatter, Nicholas Stupidly Links Celtic Boss With An Unavailable Job

What a moron Charlie Nicholas is. As if we don’t have enough garbage to read in the papers at the moment linking the manager with every club who sacks its boss, this comedian is proposing Ange to a club that still has one, and Liverpool at that.

Ange Postecoglou is not going to be the manager of Liverpool. For starters, in spite of the season they are having I’d wager that Jurgen Klopp’s job is as safe as any in the game.

It wasn’t that long ago that his team were arguably the best club side in the world, and Liverpool fans are almost entirely behind him. They, in fact, blame the board for the current state of the side, pointing out that he hasn’t been backed anything like his contemporaries.

In their next managerial hunt, Liverpool will be able to attract any talent they want. They can take their pick of elite level managers, and Ange has not risen to that mark yet no matter how well we all believe he has done. A little realism doesn’t go amiss.

Besides, who needs this crap right now?

There’s a title here to be won, and a treble to be wrapped up and a manager who is content and happy and is openly talking about the next part of his Celtic Park evolution. Anyone stirring the soup at the moment is not doing us any favours.

This all just nonsense and we have enough of it.

The minute Leeds sacked their manager yesterday the press couldn’t wait to link Ange’s name with the job. They didn’t even hesitate. The second his name appeared on the list of “bookies favourites” – as if they have any say in this at all – we were off to the races.

It was the same last week when it was Everton, with know-nothing hacks speculating about what was, in effect, a done deal with Dyche and Bielsa sounded out and the Englishman accepting the role. But anyone who followed this in the English press knew that was going to happen, but up here ill-informed halfwits at Scottish sports desks were wetting themselves.

Nicholas is as stupid as any of them, and I feel no need to be anything other than straight to the point on that. This is a bona fide idiot we’re dealing with here, the guy whose own career choices were dire, the guy who has barely made an intelligent decision in his life.

If you’ve ever read that column of his, where this latest piece originated, you’ll know that he makes Keith Jackson sound like a wordsmith.

His prose would get his paper shut if its readers cared about standards and not just articles justifying their hatred of dark skinned people coming here on boats. That he chooses to work for a disgusting rag like The Scottish Daily Express, which I wrote about last week, a dyed in the wool enemy of our club, tells you everything you need to know.