by Arneb » Tue Feb 11, 2020 10:32 pm
Fuck him. With a REALLY big fucky thing. I means, get this. He gets there in the early days of November. The investor's football brain in the board of directors. For old times' sake, always loved Hertha, so did daddy, all right. Three weeks later he's the manager, because the old one put us in 15th place. Klinsi makes 12 points off 9 games, puts us into thirteenth, big deal, after a € 78 million shopping spree in the winter transfer period, when everyone who's anyone is twice as expensive as in summer. He sells off old hands, the silver cutlery of the team, destroying what is left of a Hertha Mannschaft with a Hertha identity. And then he buggers off, informing, in that order, Twitter, his team, and his superiors. Whining he didn't get the trust he needed. If you want trust, then how about not getting pummeled at home by no 15 of the table after spending half the investor's investment on eight legs? How about not leaving a team in disarray days before a game away the worst team f the Liga, who also desperately need a win? Says he wants to concentrate on his board job. Fuck yeah, are we looking forward to that.
The guy is OVER, if you ask me. He explicitly gave out 15th as the season's minimum goal, and he could easily have achieved it, putting the task of developing an upper-half Bundesliga team in a real footie coach's hands. Be the guy who ate grass when his club called him to duty, and helped them scrape by in a difficult season. Now he leaves a smoking wreckage, and boy is nobody here keen on his continued involvement with Auld Auntie.
Get the fuck out of my city, ya bawbag.
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