Snake. Judas. ****. Just some of the messages on Paul Cox’s leaving card. Such spite to a departing manager is rare for even the most vitriolic among us. Which is to say most of us, but it’s easy to understand why. Managers generally leave this club for one of these reasons;
1. bad results / bust up with the chairman / something a bit dodgy going on
2. a bigger club comes in
The first column is heavily stacked and usually means goodbye at our level. In the second: Atkinson, Jones, Buckley, Cooper… We could handle all of those because they were trading up to obviously bigger clubs, and carried with them a bit of hope that their Poppies association would give us something of a warm glow if they went on to greater things. I for one am thrilled whenever Barrow earn so much as a point with MC at the wheel.
No League club was going to come in for Cox, not even Newcastle United, but we could have accepted a National League outfit deciding he was their man, maybe Notts County if they wanted someone with affordable travelling expenses and good contacts with conspicuously overweight target men.
Boston? Good luck with the airport bookshelf management speak and trying to unlock the “potential” of a club that has already had decades of the advantage of a superb ground and has achieved zilch apart from a single fraudulent promotion that didn’t end well.
Still, as we said in the card, don’t be a stranger you slithering money-grabbing ****!
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