OK, another factor regarding renewing, Jono fu@king Gibbes. Now I can understand that probably he doesn't want his coaching recorded sullied, but what in the name of Blue Fu'ck is the real story here?
I could never fathom him leaving Clermont to come to a team that Kiss was very clearly dragging down. Why would a coach with a successful career to that? It has never made any sense to me though my suspicion was he was on a promise somehow with Schmidt, so my one plausible reason was bullshite.
Being the most optimistic of pessimists I hope, only hope you understand, not expect, that a new DOR/Head Coach has been sounded out but wants his own men. That at least would end the cycle of coaches being lumbered with whoever they inherited.
That said, I doubt that is the case, I'd put money on it not being the case.
Please understand Fleg that I am not unsympathetic to your story, simply I would be one of themins who will turn up to an Ulster game with a soul full of hope, exiting usually with a hole full of soap from the ingrained acceptance that more often than not we will not be world beaters and yes, the extraneous bullshite like the Q-chube and that fu@king band of numpties with the brass necks and the pisspoor repertoire boils my pish, but I suppose them as runs/ruins the place can point to crowds that they only imagined for run of the mill games when the ground was redeveloped. Who knows, maybe the high heedjins hate the band too but do not wish to drive out the "eventers".
Our coaching situation resembles a merry-go-round at a funfair and Ulster Rugby and the faithful are being spit-roasted, done to a frigging turn, basted and crisped. I feel as if someone has just fisted my jaxi, sans-lube, I want to hit someone or something. My depression is coming up from the south and promises heavy showers of further misery, with red mist so I'm issuing a red alert storm warning for any fu@ker that crosses me this day.
Luckily I'm heading to my mate the Fenian peeler's house tonight and have purchased a veritable cornucopia of beery delights, mainly various stouts, with which to get ratarsed. I've even bought some milk stout to channel my inner Ena Sharples, Niall can be Mini Cod'l, hairnet superfluous, but at the ready.