Sparky had always been my favourite player of his era, eclipsing even the likes of King Eric. His lion hearted display always made me feel he gave a fuck about the club and his goals for us had always been memorable. If you thought Scholes could volley, you’ve never seen Hughes in action.
When he stepped into management, I only wished him all the best and when he was managing Blackburn, I always kept an eye on their results. Even after it was announced that he was going to manage Citeh, I still had no ill feelings towards him although I secretly knew he had just crossed himself from the list of future United managers.
But then things started to change. Sparky became more and more of an arse. He took whinging to new levels. He defended indefensible players and their indefensible actions with the most feeble excuses. And he thought that the damn Tevez poster was funny.
But most important of all, he also showed that 1) he cannot buy wisely even with all the money in the world 2) he cannot manage big egos 3) he’s tactically inept.
And he paid the price for it.
When he stepped into management, I only wished him all the best and when he was managing Blackburn, I always kept an eye on their results. Even after it was announced that he was going to manage Citeh, I still had no ill feelings towards him although I secretly knew he had just crossed himself from the list of future United managers.
But then things started to change. Sparky became more and more of an arse. He took whinging to new levels. He defended indefensible players and their indefensible actions with the most feeble excuses. And he thought that the damn Tevez poster was funny.
But most important of all, he also showed that 1) he cannot buy wisely even with all the money in the world 2) he cannot manage big egos 3) he’s tactically inept.
And he paid the price for it.
As for me, I am just glad that Citeh paid to find that out.
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