The quietness. It's so loud. In its quietness, of course.
According to various reports in The Sun (not linking) and The Express (won't link because of
auto-playing video), there was something of a team meeting at the training ground this week. Some
might call it 'crisis talks', some might call it 'group therapy', some might call it 'Trevor'.
Of all the places in England, Canary Wharf is perhaps the last one you might expect Sam Allardyce,
"Big Sam" himself, to have made his home, three months shy of his 57th birthday. He loves it there
especially, he says, his apartment, where a straight-talking Black Country lad who made his name in
Lancashire lives next door to investment bankers.
The US bucked the norm, but not the cliche....
This column by TSG's Nick Sindt with support from: John Nyen, Jose Ceniceros, Nathan
Gower, Luke Sandblom & Matthew Connors.
The piece was originally conceived due to our Soccer Cliches piece thanks to the
contribution of Matt Mathai.
Sam Allardyce has confessed he still dreams of becoming England manager, writes
Tom Hopkinson in today's People. The new West Ham boss even reckons that a successful debut
season in the Upton Park hot-seat will put him in the frame to succeed Fabio Capello. The
56-year-old is on a two-year contract and his priority is to take the Hammers back into the Premier
League.
We use a familiar old nursery rhyme to record a tale for two of Sheffield's proudest clubs. It
somehow seems appropriate to use a children's song when discussing matters relating to the
birthplace of football. We omit the weekend bit in the limerick though, as there appears little at
the moment to suggest things are bonny or blithe in the Steel City.
