Re: Sounds like Not quite. These managers had the best players in the world under them and still couldn't put a team together or get the tactics right.
I think this joiner thing is ballacks. He's more of a tiler. He's bought loadsa tiles, but most of 'em are off cuts and ones he's found in a skip. Majority have done a job but a few, with a bit of elbow grease and jeyes fluid some have turned up really nice. He's got just enough tiles to cover the kitchen and some are shinier than others but he's doing the job he was asked to do. The problem is that he knows some of these tiles are a bit fragile - they might crack or be pinched next Summer, maybe even January with the cold weather. He's told Don exactly which tiles need a layer of protection, probably last an extra two years, but they've not been upgraded yet. Must be difficult.
I think Keith's traveling through another dimension, a dimension not only of Aldi and Primark but of Lidl. A journey into a wondrous land of David Perkins. A wondrous land whose boundaries are that of a limited budget. There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to Keith. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of Don's fears and the summit of Barry's knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination. It is an area which we call the Layering Zone. Keith unlocks this door with the key of endeavour. Beyond it is another dimension - a dimension of DNA, a dimension of possession , a dimension of honesty Mr Giddings. You're moving into a land of both shadow and substance, of things and ideas. You've just crossed over into the Flitcroft Zone.
Where's Fatty Boy to do us a poster? The Flitcroft Zone - full of spreadsheets, Opta videos and protein shakes.