By Dave Eadevic
December 9 2010
Alarm goes off at 8 and I realise I am seriously hung-over and even I won’t blame Ashley for that. Spend an hour and a half talking into the big white telephone shouting for Ralf. While fielding numerous calls from home telling me it’s Pardew.
10 almost made it as far as work Brother rings, ‘its Pardew we signed, as if it was mine and his fault personally.
Get to work and the doorman asks why we have sacked Chris, again I am beginning to take this all a bit personally I haven’t sacked anyone.
Felt so rough sent out temp for Vodka and red bull.
Phone rings, wife, do you know its Pardew (I am beginning to get the point pet).
Dinner time my business partner rings and says he won’t be in and can I deal with his afternoon meeting, and oh by the way Newcastle has signed Pardew. Yeah several people have mentioned it to me.
Have a meeting with bloke I don’t even know and is an Inter fan, asks me what we’re doing sacking Chris, I try to explain that personally I haven’t sacked anyone, which seems to be about the tenth time today I have had to explain this.
Phone goes Cousin we have appointed Pardew; never I really wished someone had told me earlier.
Go to local bar where I have a drink most nights with a local headmaster.
What are you doing sacking your manager, by this point I am beginning to lose it. I sacked him because I was drunk and I thought it would be a laugh.
Going to go home and drink until the pain leaves now.
