Will Jones writes about football. When he's not doing that he's a  filmmaker  and occasional stand-up comedian.  Jones is an Arsenal fan. It's his cross, he bears it.

Will Jones writes about football. When he's not doing that he's a filmmaker and occasional stand-up comedian.

Jones is an Arsenal fan. It's his cross, he bears it.

Will Almond is also a Will, and also writes about football. What a world.  Almond is a Leeds fan, so he's just cross - largely down to years of boardroom ineptitude.

Will Almond is also a Will, and also writes about football. What a world.

Almond is a Leeds fan, so he's just cross - largely down to years of boardroom ineptitude.

There will be no Silva lining

There will be no Silva lining

Marco Silva is a burgeoning managerial mastermind...right?

Well, maybe, but it’s a bit odd that such a consensus has been reached in this country without him having done, well, anything at all really, in his time on these shores.

We’ll start at the beginning, with Hull City. When Silva took over they were undeniably awful. Mbokani staggering about like a new-born gazelle was painful to watch. When your fans are talking about Tom Huddlestone as though he’s Andrea Pirlo then you know you’ve got problems.

Then Marco Silva arrived. Sexy, young, slick Marco Silva. Then Hull started playing better, scoring goals, winning matches. Still got relegated though, but the boss had done enough to retain his own top flight status - this time in the hot seat at Vicarage Road - fair enough.

A good start at the KC had been enough to cement his reputation and earn himself a move away from Hull, and it turns out the same would largely be true with Watford, but we’re getting ahead of ourselves.

Silva got off to a flyer with the Hornets. Richarlison was electric and the football was scintillating. For a bit. Before the Toffees reared their covetous heads. Then the wheels came off. Watford had taken a punt on Silva, they’d gambled that his influence at Hull was no fluke. Watford took Silva in, did his laundry and pretended to like the songs he wrote for them. In repayment, Silva had his head turned by another girl at the party. She wore a Ramones shirt. Silva flirted outrageously with her whilst Watford looked on, crestfallen. Have her, Watford thought. She calls them ‘The Ramones’ anyway.

The ‘new manager bounce’ is a real thing. Alan Pardew says so (by the way, he’s still wandering Hampstead Heath at dawn, plastering up Wanted posters seeking Gary Megson for stealing his own new manager bounce at the Hawthorns). And isn’t that all Silva has enjoyed so far? Two new manager bounces? He’s not yet proven he can sustain high standards for a full half-season yet, never mind an entire Premier League campaign.

Everton have spent big (again) and gotten behind their manager (again), and they won’t be afraid to pull the trigger on their boss if he fails to deliver (again). Or perhaps in November, when Jose Mourinho flees via a secret tunnel hidden deep in the bowels of Old Trafford, Silva will have his head turned by a bigger club sniffing around his services (again). 

Either way, eventually the Marco Silva bubble will burst, and it’ll all in end in tears for the Toffees.

Or he’s a top class manager and he’ll prove it at Goodison Park this season. Many are certainly aboard the hype train. I still need a little more convincing. 

 

Weekend Round-up: Awards

Weekend Round-up: Awards

Losing to Preston the best thing that could have happened to Leeds

Losing to Preston the best thing that could have happened to Leeds