BY ASHLEY GREB
I want to yell in the faces of a mindless minority; to shake them by the arms, but then, is it really possible that they’d even see sense? Booing through the last few weeks of his reign, such fans justify their behaviour with all the grace of Romero’s living dead.
If it takes special characteristics to jeer the man who has both guided us out of the darkness and, lifted our expectations through the roof; it requires even more idiosyncratic behaviour to believe such actions might actually improve team performances.
Eighteen months ago Gianfranco Zola strode through the front door of our crumbling palace armed only with a Pozzo broom. Having spent almost three decades turning around the fortunes of firstly Udinese and then Granada, we were to be the family’s new “project”.
Whilst the rivals vented spleens – as a wave after wave of quality new…
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