Somewhere Sven-Göran Erikkson must be somewhere, sitting in a cafe on a beach with a beautiful women by his side (possibly Nancy, possibly not), and smiling. English football is now five matches in to the Steve McLaren era and what has changed?
Absolutely nothing.
His start striker has gone cold (perhaps because he "wrote" a book).
His other striker is a tall, awkward geek who surely can't be the answer.
Stevie Gerrard is injured again (or is it still).
After a disappointing draw against FYR Macedonia at Old Trafford at the weekend he's started fiddling with the formation.
Now his side had lost to Croatia 2-0 and find themselves behind Croatia and Israel (yes, I said Israel) in the race to qualify for Euro 2008.
During this loss his goalkeeper lets in a a howler.
The press have already turned on him.
Who would want to be Steve McClaren? (Did I mention he's on £1.75 million a year? Not nearly as much as Sven but still a nice chunk of change.)
Absolutely nothing.
His start striker has gone cold (perhaps because he "wrote" a book).
His other striker is a tall, awkward geek who surely can't be the answer.
Stevie Gerrard is injured again (or is it still).
After a disappointing draw against FYR Macedonia at Old Trafford at the weekend he's started fiddling with the formation.
Now his side had lost to Croatia 2-0 and find themselves behind Croatia and Israel (yes, I said Israel) in the race to qualify for Euro 2008.
During this loss his goalkeeper lets in a a howler.
The press have already turned on him.
Who would want to be Steve McClaren? (Did I mention he's on £1.75 million a year? Not nearly as much as Sven but still a nice chunk of change.)
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