The world and Manchester United fans woke up to the news that their carefully chosen manager has been sacked. The man destined to continue the Ferguson legacy has failed to deliver. Personally I can’t help but feel sorry for him well actually not. Like many Goodison faithful and anti United lot I am slyly laughing my football head off.
Talk about big shoes to fill he didn’t have a fighting chance. He has spent most of the season finding Sir Alex’s shoes. I bet Moyes is now sitting barefoot wondering what’s happened to his own shoes. Roberto Martinez has filled them good Sir over and above expectations which must be hurting you right now.
Has Moyes been a victim of the old Trafford hype? They convinced him to leave a thriving team by getting Sir Alex to give him the golden nod. After all if Sir Alex says you’re the best surely he can’t be wrong. Apparently not! Fact is whoever comes along now will seem successful.
They say you shouldn’t live with regret but alas it will take a while for Moyes to live this decision down. Success is very rarely ready made it takes hard work which he more than provided with Everton. Is this a severe case of walking away prematurely? You should’ve been stepping in now. Oh David Moyes I do not wish to be you today!
Is Moyes the only person who didn’t realise he was destined to fail? If the Red Devils finished anything but top of the premier league it would be a failure. He should’ve hung out at least one more season – this season. It’s going to hurt real bad if Everton qualify for the champions league now. Oh David Moyes I do not wish to be you today!
I have got to be the worst tooth fairy in the world. In the back of my mind I want my children to believe in the magic of the tooth fairy who coughs up £1.50 every time they lose a tooth. On one occasion it was a generous payment of £10 because dad and mom fairy had no loose change!
The other part of my practical brain asks why am I teaching them such nonsense but because it’s expected of me by society I’m under pressure to perform. However, this does not apply to Father Christmas for he has never existed in our home. This curbs unrealistic expectations from dad and moms toy factory.
This morning I woke up with the biggest jolt because it was second night running that I’d forgotten to magically remove a little incisor which was hidden under a piece of paper marked ‘tooth fairy’ next to the television.
Now before you judge me this was the second tooth in about ten days. The first one was a breeze because my dear friend reminded me before I went to sleep and boy was I grateful for her text.
Today I’ve been saved by the skin of my own teeth because surely the tooth fairy could not possibly forget two nights in a row. My excuse yesterday was the tooth wasn’t under the original note and because we’ve moved house they sometimes need help. There was no room for error and yet it happened again.
I’ve now removed the tooth and parted with another £1.50 although my dear little Gemma is expecting much less because I pulled that silly dangly loose tooth out whilst promising to just have a look. You see I’m not just the tooth fairy but the resident dentist too!