Here we go again, eh? Another week another set of clueless trigger-happy owners giving a manager the bullet. Makes you wonder how these people made their money in the first place.
This time it was Leicester, and Gary Lineker didn’t hold back. “Was always a miracle,” he tweeted from the warmth of the TV studio, or perhaps the comfort of his La-Z-Boy, “but it’s even more remarkable really that Leicester won the league given the ineptitude of those that run the club.” You tell ’em, Gary!
Yet, whatever Lineker — a man who, lest we forget, has never run a club — might spout from his electronic soap box, a dispassionate assessment of the Srivaddhanaprabha family’s ownership of Leicester City shows they’ve hardly put a foot wrong.
Pep Guardiola leaving City marks the end of an era of peak modern football, says JAMES NALTON
Behind the cute names of Scotland’s road gritters lies a workforce underpaid and overlooked – a fitting reflection of a Budget that protected profits, bungled its rollout and offered hardly a glimmer of hope, writes MATT KERR


