Unloved but unbowed

I know I'm unloveable
You don't have to tell me
Oh, message received
Loud and clear

Martin Jol must feel that Morrissey wrote those lyrics just for him. The Tottenham manager must wake up every morning feeling like the puppy who has been left on the doorstep of Battersea Dogs Home on Boxing Day, not quite sure what he has done wrong and why he isn't wanted anymore. Just imagine how he must have felt yesterday morning, you get up feeling a buzz after winning 6-1 at home in the U.E.F.A cup and then you switch on the television and find out that your chairman has telephoned Jose Mourinho five times since Thursday morning offering him your job.

Daniel Levy and Mr Abramovich really don't have a clue about the relationship between football clubs and their supporters do they? I'm not sure that Peter Kenyon, who must be football's ultimate tart, does either - he is obviously the sort of person who'll do anything for the biggest pay cheque regardless of implications and ethics, good to see him squirming with embarrassment yesterday when having to answer questions about Mourinho's departure.

Well Chelsea really have shot themselves in the foot haven't they, I mean apart from losing both their manager and goalkeeping coach at the same time and facing difficult questions from the half a dozen players who only signed because of Jose they have appointed a manager who not only doesn't possess UEFA's Pro licence, he doesn't even hold the B and C certificates either. This means that by Christmas he won't be able to manage in the Premiership unless given special dispensation - like Gareth Southgate. That's not the end of the problems though, coaches must possess the Pro Licence to manage/coach clubs in UEFA competitions, the next ten days or so before the next match day in the Champions League could prove very interesting.