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Laudrup has in many eyes been shuffling on the Green Mile since last summer. Away on holiday; dining off a fabulously successful season for the Swans, stuffed to the gills with a fat contract and feeling somewhat insuperable that this provincial Welsh club feted him as a messianic figure who would have all his demands delivered to his feet by fawning celtic lackeys. However, like the old Ferrero Rocher Ambassador’s reception; the sweetmeats on offer would eventually make him fat, and his palace, like that of the sandcastle would be revealed to be built on collapsing foundations.
For militant ideologues; the thought of Laudrup cravenly using his agent Bayram Tumultu to destabilise the prudent steerage of the club to get his way, and the appalling slur on Jenkins’ integrity through Twitter was a crass betrayal of loyalty. The club had in many ways rescued Laudrup’s diminishing managerial stock as a one-season pony, a disinterested venture capitalist with a low attention span and seemingly carefree attitude in the face of crisis
Laudrup did nothing to disassociate himself from Tumultu’s contemptible behaviour, and as such should have been sacked for breach of contract. Instead Jenkins blinked first; splashing out £12m and £5m respectively on Wilfried Bony and Jonjo Shelvey. Sums, that for many fans who carried begging buckets through the city centre or helped spruce up the North Bank with their own paint, were eye-watering. It somehow felt like protection racketeering, where the spoilt b****** returned to threaten complete demolition of that sandcastle unless you bought him an orange mivvy.
For militant ideologues; the thought of Laudrup cravenly using his agent Bayram Tumultu to destabilise the prudent steerage of the club to get his way, and the appalling slur on Jenkins’ integrity through Twitter was a crass betrayal of loyalty. The club had in many ways rescued Laudrup’s diminishing managerial stock as a one-season pony, a disinterested venture capitalist with a low attention span and seemingly carefree attitude in the face of crisis
Laudrup did nothing to disassociate himself from Tumultu’s contemptible behaviour, and as such should have been sacked for breach of contract. Instead Jenkins blinked first; splashing out £12m and £5m respectively on Wilfried Bony and Jonjo Shelvey. Sums, that for many fans who carried begging buckets through the city centre or helped spruce up the North Bank with their own paint, were eye-watering. It somehow felt like protection racketeering, where the spoilt b****** returned to threaten complete demolition of that sandcastle unless you bought him an orange mivvy.