Friends, Romans and Countrymen
Date: Friday 24th February 2012
Shakespeare penned the words, and maybe Owen Coyle should take a leaf from the Bard’s book of wisdom. Our good and kind manager dispenses bonhomie that "falleth as the gentle rain" on every opposition manager we come up against, but, do the countrymen share his views of goodwill hunting, especially right now, on one particular Roman, even a Russian one, and his Portuguese field marshall? Why indeed should our amiable leader dispense pre-match gestures of " jolly fine chappiness" before every battle on the greensward? We don’t ask for Chisora displays of thugishness, slapping chops with gauntlets or even Adele style gestures to the opposition. Owen the kind, could however, throw the gauntlet on the deck occasionally, or even go to extremes and turn up at the weigh-in with a Bolton scarf over his mouth instead of his literal love-ins and praiseworthy speeches about every football manager that is trying to send us down to the lower levels. It’s a bear-pit Owen lad and Marcus Antonious fckukemallus and co, have one hand extended in bogus friendship and the other carrying a dagger to back-stab us and shove us right down into it. Not one Bolton supporter cares a fig about the antics of John Terry, Cashley Cole or any others of the pampered button boys of the money mecca that is Stamford Bridge. Right now we need a warrior bold to lead us and tell us to fortify the walls with bodies, not to read the praises of AVB and how he and Owen are in the same boat; they aren’t, not by a few hundred millions. Chelsea are the Rome to our Ancient Isle and won’t even wait for the emperor’s thumb to dispatch us to oblivion. Torres and Drogba are pet gladiators who the baying mob want to see standing over our bodies. None of it is helped by OC singing the praises of his friend and compatriot ( who just happens to be fighting for his job, about the only similarity they remotely share). We’re not asking for blood, just a bit of sweat, fight and a lack of tears. We need a bit more of "Once more unto the breech , dear friend" from our general , rather than any old-pals acts. Our boss is a lovely chap, and a Christian to boot. Time, Owen, to remember what a few Romans did way back and adopt a more aggressive stance. A Churchillian stance is needed right now and the Deguelo bugle call of no retreat, no surrender. Sport no longer rules the contests and the victorious take the spoils. It’s highly unlikely we’ll take many spoils away from this particular bridge, but you just never know. Maybe we should adopt a " Much ado about nothing" attitude boss, and rather try for a fall of the Roman Empire than see the game as just being thrown to the lions. March in there Owen and throw a few lumps of raw meat to our own gladiators. Be seen and feared as a Mark Anthony and not just as Pingus-Pongus bowing to the senators. The game? Much depends on our selves. Chelsea are Chelsea and the contest is in their home arena. They need a win as much as we do, albeit for vastly different reasons. We are severe underdogs to say the very least, but if Owen actually raises the "Fcuk em and their gilded thrones. Kill." We might just emerge with a point proven and taken. Don’t make friends with any Romans and lend them nothing. Don't give Shylock his pound of flesh and we're not from Verona, so don't be too gentlemanly. Indeed, " A midsummer nights Ream" would go down very well indeed with us countrymen.
