...It's been the best part of a month since my final rant of the 2015-2016 season, and despite nothing changing my mood has mellowed somewhat. Not towards the regime so much, more that the events and outcomes of the various play offs have left me happy and seeing some eventual light at the end of this long dark tunnel we have endured.
First off, Palaces 'heartbreaking' defeat late in extra time having scored what twinkle toes Pardew seemed so self assured would be the winner and project him into the legendary stratosphere he performed the most embarrassing example of Dad dancing I've ever seen.
Then, Miiiiiiil...(the only downside being we can kiss at least six points goodbye next season).
Finally, and most importantly was AFC Wimbledon achieving promotion beating fancied Plymouth Argyll in their play off final. A fine example of a club facing the ultimate adversity and bursting back to life thanks to it's loyal supporters. A lesson to us all to persevere with the road ahead.
I'm not even going to moan about the none manager situation coupled with player acquisitions and back room appointments with no manager. Come on, it's just what we should expect from the clueless ones.
I honestly believe, that after an exhaustive search, we will end up with one of the following:-
1. Another network numpty - step up that Hungarian fella.
2. An Englishman, but one who's already in the club so has not yet built up a reputation to lose, and is a big enough Charlton fan to roll his sleeves up and try and help the club. (Not the regime).
So Nobby Viganovic or whatever his name is or Johnny Jackson it will be then.