At least one of them will go, my guess is Lange.
Lange has to go mate. Of all the people responsible for the position we’re in, he’s right near the very top for me.
ENIC and Levy are responsible for not building and maintaining us as a team that are regularly competing at the very top for trophies and CL finishes.
But for me, this guy is the biggest reason we’re likely to get relegated. As much as I hate ENIC and think they’re terrible owners, you also can’t convince me the budget they’ve given this imbecile to build the squad should have us anywhere near the relegation places. That’s all down to him and his terrible profiling of players and nonsensical squad building.
We want to be a a team that plays out from the back, but persist with a goalkeeper who can’t play a simple pass or lob out to his full backs.
We sign centre halves who all have extremely different profiles, some can pick a pass, some couldn’t even pick their own arse. Some can run fast, some look like they’re towing a caravan.
The one serviceable left back we’ve had for the past 3 years has proven time and time again how unreliable his body is. Lange thinks it’s fine to just stick a right back there for 2 years, then sign a kid from halfway across the world, then try to sign someone who, while was once the best in the world in his position, is now on a very steep decline physically.
We have about 10 number 8’s who all more or less do the exact same thing, run about, charge into people, win the ball and then have absolutely no idea what to do with it once it’s at their feet.
Reduced to having basically no wingers, leaving us in a position where we have no outball or ability to drive up the pitch (Along with not being able to pass our way to the opposition goal) When all our wingers were getting injured, Lange decided the best course of action would be to sell one of our remaining fit ones, and then refuse to “panic buy”, or even recall the ones we have out on loan, leaving us with fuck all in that position.
Replace the greatest striker in the world with Dominic fucking Solanke, a striker who couldn’t hit a barn door with a machine gun.