The Exiled Robin

City’s most successful manager in a generation finds himself back where he made his name He’d often wait.   Letting the initial cheers on the final whistle subside and pausing whilst the players walked towards the tunnel, milking the deserved acclaim, shaking each one of them by the hand as they made their way off the pitch.   Then, this short, round, lovable, chirpy Cockney would start making his way over.   Occasionally he’d break into a little jog and as he got nearer the wide, delighted but cheeky grin became more evident and told you all you needed to know.   He’d tease the fans, pulling his arm back slightly before letting it rest back by his side.   Again and again whilst the fans’ “Woooooahs” reached a crescendo and then the big arching swing of the arm, back as far as he could manage before launching into a ferocious upper-cut punch of the air as the fans cheered and he was lauded, smothered in adulation by the long-suffering supporters. Poss...