A load of old waffle
manager head coach, new sheet of paper, clean slate.
Of course, I’m willing to give anyone a chance, including Guy Luzon, despite his press being worse than a combination of Iain Dowie and Alan Pardew. Read this interview with respected Belgian journalist and Standard Liege fan Douglas de Coninck and weep.
A British born Belgium journalist I have grown to respect John Chapman said this:
“And so it came to pass that Guy Luzon became coach of Charlton Athletic. Only reason is that he’s already on Duchatelet’s payroll. Luzon made no friends at Standard Liege. Had promising start but lost the plot when pressure on. Has no record of club success.
Duchatelet running his network of clubs like he would a multinational company. People ‘transferred’ between countries as vacancies arise. But football ain’t like that. To be successful, all football clubs need a soul. Sadly lacking now at CAFC and Standard.”
There will be 2,000 Addicks at Watford on Saturday. It will be a surreal afternoon. There won’t be a riot but there will be an away end full of uncertainty and distrust.
Who knows how the players will respond. A change in manager doesn’t alter the fact that our squad is stick thin. Will Duchatelet allow his fellow Belgian to recommend some new signings to improve the team? Will Luzon exert some much needed confidence?
How will he impose his long ball game on players such as Johann Gudmundsson, Igor Vetokele, Joe Gomez, Yoni Buyens and Tal Ben Haim? The latter two both outcast’s under Luzon at Standard?
Luzon is no more than a stooge. Who agreed to stay on a payroll after being sacked following a riot. Where is the self-esteem? The courage in your own ability. Why does no else want to employ this “extremely talented and passionate coach.”?
We’ll deal with Luzon later, and he is lucky because he’s getting paid to
manage head coach our great football club. I hope he is afforded some time because Katrien amongst the smokescreen “understands that this club needs and deserves a head coach who can plan and take charge for the long-term.”
You know, owners, chairmen, CEO’s, directors, managers, coaches and players come and go, but what is always left behind is that iconic proud badge of a football club formed by a group of teenagers in 1905 who wanted to begin a local football team for the community.
I’ve always held onto that but Roland Duchâtelet is trying his damnedest to take that away from us.