No other time in the footballing calender provides so fertile a soil for top bants as the January transfer window. Not only does it reveal so many fundamental and borderline illegal absurdities of the industry, but it also demonstrates the reality of football management as a glorified game of drunken late night poker in which the majority of the participants have a poor grasp of the rules.
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Newcastle's January was typically hilarious as the beer-bellied honey badger of football chairmen, Mike Ashley, decided he would take his bi-annual bowel movement on the Geordie faithful by selling Yohan Kebab to PSG for an extortionate sum and replacing him with...
Cardiff and Fulham scrabbled round desperately to improve squads for their new managers. Somehow, however, they largely seemed to somehow be worse than when they started, particularly Fulham, whose manager, Rene Meulensteen was sacked two weeks later. Whereas, 'The Baby-Faced Assassin' appears to have aged 30 years overnight in South Wales and, one imagines, is only a loss or two away from being dangled into a tank of angry sharks by Vincent Tan's henchmen.
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