Beale gone

RichD said:
I would have imagine it didn't sound good to the PFA when people in the media were talking about players wanting him out. it came across as a bit back tracking and covering all the bases. Plus like op has said the players are prepped and told what to say by the club..
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I thought that a player saying "it didn't work out" said a lot. I couldn't imagine a player saying that about the sacking of Mowbray or any other former manager - normally it's not their place to comment on that sort of thing. Neil saying the players enjoyed his sessions was clearly just him being polite and professional.
 


LAdies and Gentleman may I present to you:

"Beale The Bluffer"

[insert viking photo]

Backstory - Having successfully climbed the ranks in his tribe to become "clan leader" our hero soon met his demise in a most unusual way, within a matter of days of being appointed. As part of the ritual for becoming leader he had to hunt down the local alpha wolf. On the day of the hunt he sent out his support units in the wrong direction and spent the night up in the hills hoping to wait out the 24hr period the customary ritual demanded.

Upon return to camp the following day he was met with cheers and songs. His handmaiden eagerly ran to his home to bring back his "prized" bottle of ale only shared on the most auspicious of occassions.
He insisted on not drinking it as he hadn't slayed the animal. His clan demanded he drink it and nobody else was worthy of such a fine, fine ale.

So reluctantly, and with a look of fear and sadness in his eyes. He raised the bottle to his lips... Then all of a sudden the bottle slipped from his grasp and smashed on the floor "oh no" he shouted. The ale trickled into the campfire and a pecualiar odour surounded the camp. His favourite dog had been licking the ale off the ground behind him and let out hte most trememndous howl, then died. Other animals also died, within mintues of consuming the prized ale. Four ducks, two weasels and a Ferrit named, Bob. All dead or dying within minutes.

The entire camp was now staring down our hero. The old hag was sniffing the bottle by now, a trained herbalist.

"It's poison!" A growling mass of people chased our hero out of camp, arrows flying everwhere. On his escape Beale had almost made it to the edge of the village boundary when he slipped, rolled down a hillside and stright onto a funeral pyre built for the previous clan leader. He tried to get up but his leg was broken so he crawled on all fours until he was eventually caught. He was whipped for every animal that died and for every person that they suspected he'd poisoned along the way to attain the title of Clan Leader.

Despite protesting his inocence, Beale The Bluffer was left to hang, by the tongue, until he was dead. He was strung up high enough so the wolves couldn't end his suffering early. But they didn't think about, the birds.

And so ends this tale of lies, deceit and trickery.
 
The reaction of the players said it all irrespective of the statement that has been released today.

Beale's position was always untenable and the longer it went on the more I think he'd have dug himself into a deeper hole with his behaviour and press conferences. He was always justifying things rather than explaining the situation and this whole twitter thing with self-supporting tweets if true shows him up for the person he is.

Speakman is on a very short leash with a lot of the fanbase and the big question is will they get it right this time round and the due diligence has got to be better. The money it will have cost to sack both Mowbray and Beale could have paid for Will Still if compensation was the only sticking point and got a striker in maybe too.

Hopefully Dodds can steady the ship, restore confidence amongst the group, then we can reevaluate in the summer.
 
Howletch said:
Beale taking a hammering in Today's Times from a Scottish journo called Michael Grant. Quite vitriolic about him. Says he leaves a bad taste wherever he goes and is loathed by fans everywhere.......
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He does/has
Like I’ve said the blame lies solely with speakman, if he thought he was ever the right man for SAFC that’s gross incompetence, if he gets next one wrong especially to the Beale scale he should be shown the door
 
gards2 said:
LAdies and Gentleman may I present to you:

"Beale The Bluffer"

[insert viking photo]

Backstory - Having successfully climbed the ranks in his tribe to become "clan leader" our hero soon met his demise in a most unusual way, within a matter of days of being appointed. As part of the ritual for becoming leader he had to hunt down the local alpha wolf. On the day of the hunt he sent out his support units in the wrong direction and spent the night up in the hills hoping to wait out the 24hr period the customary ritual demanded.

Upon return to camp the following day he was met with cheers and songs. His handmaiden eagerly ran to his home to bring back his "prized" bottle of ale only shared on the most auspicious of occassions.
He insisted on not drinking it as he hadn't slayed the animal. His clan demanded he drink it and nobody else was worthy of such a fine, fine ale.

So reluctantly, and with a look of fear and sadness in his eyes. He raised the bottle to his lips... Then all of a sudden the bottle slipped from his grasp and smashed on the floor "oh no" he shouted. The ale trickled into the campfire and a pecualiar odour surounded the camp. His favourite dog had been licking the ale off the ground behind him and let out hte most trememndous howl, then died. Other animals also died, within mintues of consuming the prized ale. Four ducks, two weasels and a Ferrit named, Bob. All dead or dying within minutes.

The entire camp was now staring down our hero. The old hag was sniffing the bottle by now, a trained herbalist.

"It's poison!" A growling mass of people chased our hero out of camp, arrows flying everwhere. On his escape Beale had almost made it to the edge of the village boundary when he slipped, rolled down a hillside and stright onto a funeral pyre built for the previous clan leader. He tried to get up but his leg was broken so he crawled on all fours until he was eventually caught. He was whipped for every animal that died and for every person that they suspected he'd poisoned along the way to attain the title of Clan Leader.

Despite protesting his inocence, Beale The Bluffer was left to hang, by the tongue, until he was dead. He was strung up high enough so the wolves couldn't end his suffering early. But they didn't think about, the birds.

And so ends this tale of lies, deceit and trickery.
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Thank you
 
Howletch said:
Beale taking a hammering in Today's Times from a Scottish journo called Michael Grant. Quite vitriolic about him. Says he leaves a bad taste wherever he goes and is loathed by fans everywhere.......
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That Michael Walker from The Athletic implied before Beale arrived that a lot of our players weren't happy at the prospect of him coming in. Also found it odd how many relative big-name pundits, particularly those within The Old Boys Club who bemoan the lack of opportunities for young British coaches, were so outspoken in saying that the job here would be far too big for him.

His reputation within the game must be horrendous.
 

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