Albert Einstein once said something to the affect that to keep on doing the same thing yet expect a different result each time was akin to madness. Given Mike Ashley's Emporer Caliglua-like reign as owner of Newcastle United there must surely be a case now for Northumbria police to have him sectioned.
The only explanation the Toon fans can give, yet again scratching their heads at more inexplicable behaviour from Fat Ash, is that he must be a closet mackem whose only goal is to make Newcastle United a national laughing stock. A plant as part of a long running revenge plot run from the Stadium of Light as payback for the self-confessed Newcastle fan Lawrie McMenemy who delighted in sending Sunderland into Division 3 for the first time in their history.
So off goes Chris Hughton, an unassuming intelligent and low-key key manager who was well liked by the fans, dismissed for being er ... 11th in the league. This is two better than Souness who was sent on his way for being 13th. And one better than the great Joe Harvey, who was sacked for a solid 12th. In both instances relegation followed a few seasons later.
Whether the new manager is a promising Martin (Jol or O'Neill) or a laughable Alan (Pardew or Curbishley) makes little difference. The new manager will barely last longer than two years before getting their jotters from the Great Leader Ashley via his Beria-like right hand man Derek Llambias.
So what next? Gazza to return in a dream management team with Five Bellies? Timmy Mallett as Director of Football with Jimmy Krankie put in charge of youth development? Nick Clegg appointed Head of Communications to try to build back trust with the fans?
Ooer you dread to think ... still at least there's always the England team to seek solace in ...
