As Lloyd Grossman used to languidly say, ‘…all the the clues are there…’
Mind you, he also said that after giving the Through The Keyhole viewers a guided tour of Wolf – of Gladiator fames’ entirely top to toe white and faceless home.
To the present day and all the clues you might need are certainly there.
Rupert Murdoch’s paywalling of newspaper sites has not worked.
Anyone stupid enough wanting to contest that need only look at the Evening Standard’s infinitely more successful model.
The Sun was never even vaguely reliable; it was the media forerunner of talkSPORT aimed at an audience of thickos looking for something to stare at whilst on their tea break, whilst on the toilet.
Since The Sun dropped it’s paywall, it is of note that they have failed to dramatically increased their readership.
Content is king.
Duncan Wright‘s attempt to make Poch look like a man on United’s shortlist is as embarrassing as it is wildly inaccurate.
This isn’t content, it’s rubbish.
The reality of the situation is that Pochettino still feels regretful that he had to leave Southampton Football Club.
Another equally real situation is that Daniel Levy (a man with an extensive track record of feigning a lack of regret) is a marked man.
By which I mean, his entire body peppered with with the marks of man who has been pinching himself on a daily basis.
He cannot believe his luck on this his 14th or is it 15th managerial appointment.
He cannot fakin’ believe it!
Poch is going nowhere.
Nor is Daniel.
More as I get it.
