Threatening some that they're not getting new contracts after a 23 game unbeaten run and being top of the league, man management at its best!
It appears to have been removed @Micky Finn. What did it say. I need to message my Wednesday mate later He's already saying he's given up on them this season
I know their form has absolutely tanked, but Jesus, they don't half overreact. One minute they're on the edge of world domination, next minute they're the worst team that's ever existed. They're 1 point from top 2 and 2 points from top spot. If the squad have as much mettle as the fans though, they're knackered.
Not a joke, just a tweet & many replies saying Rob Staton confirmed Chansiri had kicked off big time in the Wendy changing room after we gubbed them at Oakwell.
Problems of contract talks being delayed, bonuses not being paid , Chansiri berating them in the changing room. Sounds like they're all as happy as pigs in muck!
Recently, I've accidently devoted far too much time to an attempt to pin down the mentality of the Wednesday fan. A psycho-socio-logical f*ckface minefield as it happens. In South Yorkshire, we're generally reluctant to big ourselves up. The greatest thing in the known world is nowt mooer than 'oreyt that'. We don't have the cocksure self-promotion drive that Mancs and Scousers can turn on without thinking about it. We go about things conscious of avoiding looking like a billy big ******** getting above ussens. Our sense of humour is mainly in laughing at how **** we are... they are... it generally is. Then, a strange thing happens to a certain section of South Yorkshire folk. Those who, from an early age, wear blue and white striped pajamas and subsist on a diet of gammon, bacon, ham sarnies and crackling. All those repressed feelings of pride and urges to shout from the rooftops about the brilliance of something come out in a mania of delusion and zealous belief in the God given right to be part of footballing greatness. With the inability to accept that reality doesn't stand up to the dream of calling a sporting behemoth your own. After years of enduring the condition, it spirals out of control into violent moodswings brought on by the euphoric highs of a continent-conquering 1-0 home win or the deep apocalyptic despair of an inexplicable 3-2 loss at Burton. Pork Fever. Swilling in Mythical Glory. Snouting at the Trough of What Never Was and Could Never Be.
Quote from fowls talk 'What page will it be where we find out what was actually said ? Just another crap negative piece of wind up journalism from radio blades' Thought it was radio wendy. on Grumble or bigger grumble satdy.
Some good observations here. Some also start a band with a ridiculous name, call their first album Whatever People Say I am That's What I'm Not to add to the mystery, move to Cali-forni-ay, adopt gyrating hips ala Elvis, start to talk like Elvis, get an Elvis quiff, do a concept album about a hotel on the moon, and occasionally come back to Sheffield and drop in a few 'oreyts' to remind people you're still for the working man. Or summat dor dudda.
Fowls squawk is in overdrive at the minute, loads lashing out at , manager, slagging players off, owner, I'd be embarrassed if it got that bad on here
It did get that bad on here last season! Although different circumstances... we were on for relegation not promotion
Can't see the tweet, but RS presenter confirmed he's heard from a reliable source that it happened. Sounded like after the match with us.