Sunday, 22 May 2011

R.I.P Ian Holloway


On this day, Sunday 22nd May, at 17.57. As Mike Dean put his non-corrosive whistle to his strictly professional lips to signal the end of Manchester United v Blackpool. He was hammering in the final nail into Ian Holloway's coffin.

He is to be cremated in a small ceremony with just close friends and family. His delicate ashes will be stored in an urn replicating Blackpool tower, before being sprinkled over the holy turf that is Bloomfield Road. R.I.P...


Oh, wait... No, he's still alive and well. Bitterly disappointed I'm sure, but still all in one piece. Praise the lord!

Football has not lost one of its great characters, reporters will still hear the loony yet agreeable rantings and Blackpool will still play attacking football. Just in a division lower.

The way some people were praying for Blackpool to survive the drop so that they could continue to enjoy the managerial circus that is Ian Holloway was outstanding. If I hadn't known any better I would have thought that he was going to be sacked, or even executed based on the seasiders relegation.

He isn't even leaving the country. He will still be managing Blackpool (unless they make one of the biggest mistakes in their history and fire him) and he will still be there for all of us to enjoy.

Admittedly it won't be easy for some people, having to click the 'Championship' tab instead of 'Premiership' or having to stay up that little bit later on a Saturday to watch 'The Football League Show'.

This is not a jibe at Ian Holloway (or Blackpool), but the man is still alive and is going to be the same wherever he manages, whether that be in the Premier League, Namibia or a primary school. So stop mourning about the Premier Leagues loss and enjoy him whilst you can.

The King is dead. Long live the King.