6 wins (6!) in 41 games. I mean, what the actual ****?
If you got in a goat or a pig or a horse to manage the team, as in literally an animal, and you just sat it there for 41 games and it spent 90 minutes each week grazing on the edge of the Selhurst pitch, you would still reasonably expect it to achieve a better return than 6 wins, just through luck or randomness.
6 wins in 11 and a half months can't be explained away by injuries or poor refs or bad luck, it's a sustained period of abject failure and the fact that the person most responsible for it is still here is astonishing. And even more so the fact that he's somehow managed to avoid pretty much any serious criticism from the mainstream press. Can you imagine if Alan Pardew's name was actually Pepe Mel or Felix Magath and he'd taken us on this run? He'd would have been absolutely slaughtered a long time ago.
Pack your bags, Al. The Championship awaits you and we're staying here.
