There is speculation in the Bristol Post – speculation is normally another word for guesswork in the Post – that the latest favourite for the Bristol City managerial hot seat is none other than Neil Warnock. From where I am sitting, this would be an ideal appointment, although I am not sure whether City fans might see it the same way.
Warnock did have an impressive CV, at least until recently when his powers have appeared to wane. So the possibility is that City will acquire a new manager who, at 67, has seen better days. (All together now: let’s hope so.) On a more positive note, he does at least seem to possess a very impressive set of white and seemingly oversized gnashers and a very suspicious brown thatch of hair.
Warnock also has a reputation for whingeing and complaining. These traits will surely endear him to the supporters at Ashton Gate who are not, lest we forget, shy of whingeing and complaining themselves.
Best of all, for Gasheads anyway, there is the delicious prospect of having a manager across the city whose anagram name is Colin Wanker. The potential for crude, low-brow humour is immense if Colin takes the helm.
If Colin does make it to Ashton Gate, we do know that he won’t be there for long. My guess is that he will be used as a short term firefighter and if he succeeds, and City stay up, he’ll leave next summer or, more likely, get sacked sometime next season when things go wrong again, as they always seem to these days under Colin.
It is hard to believe that a club like Bristol City, with their great ambitions to be a Premier League club (don’t titter at the back), are utterly clueless when it comes to the basics, like appointing a manager for the long term. It’s one quick fix after another and soon they are back where they started. If they’re not careful, they’ll be back where they were when Steve Cotterill was appointed. Who on earth would they blame for that? Colin Wanker, probably.
