The word ‘numpty’ has been used a fair bit by our esteemed manager in the last couple of days.
Shame that he didn’t once use it to describe Jelle Van Damme, who can now go down in the annals of history as the worst signing Wolverhampton Wanderers has ever made in its 133 year history (barring Zeljko Kalac).
It was 1 up to us when we allegedly beat the Baggies to his signature, as our arch rivals had to settle for Nicky Shorey from the Villa. Ha ha, who’s got the last laugh now losers!
Yet after just five months, Van Damme has gone back home in the most anti-climactic farce since Audley Harrison.
Brought in as a savior to our insolvable left back problem, the lean, mean footballing machine soon had us worried when Max Gradel pulled his pants down at Elland Road a dozen times or more.
First impressions last, for sure. Perhaps he saw a load of withered England flags on clapped out cars, circling a withered, clapped out ring road.
We saw the most racked off debut since George Weah got his mate a game for Southampton under Souness.
Maybe he was homesick even back then. Most fans were just pig sick that we still had a gaping hole in our back four that £2.5 million couldn’t fill.
So the question now is, what do we do with the £2.5 million that must now be back at our disposal for the January window?
It should pay for a chunk of David Bentley’s wages shouldn’t it? Or even better…a bone fide left back of some description!!