Gizza job

AFTER the miracle of Morecambe came the choke against Cheltenham.
Now I am wondering which Bristol Rovers will show up at Oxford tomorrow.
One thing is for sure: there will be 3,000 Gasheads shouting their heads off to get Paul Buckle's boys back on the right track.
With 11 games gone our beloved Gas have slipped to 15th - but are still only a few points off the play-off places.
Just goes to show that there is a thin line between success and failure at this early stage of the season.
It is almost as though the pressure at home is getting a bit too much for this current crop of players to cope with.
Score first, and they generally go on to win.
But fall behind and the crowd are quick to get on their back, causing a nervous reaction and some pretty awful individual errors.
Still, I think it will take a few more games to sort this division out into its true pecking order.
Our inconsistencies have been cushioned somewhat by what is going on across the city.
The team we dare not mention are lying rock-bottom in the Championship.
And unfortunately, despite our desperate pleas, they decided to dispense with the services of manager Keith Millen after the shocking 5-0 loss to Ian Holloway's Blackpool last week.
Ah, Olly. Our Olly. A Gashead through and through, administering the final blow to his opponent.
It must have been a sweet moment tinged with regret.
I think I have the solution for our Bristol brethren, though.
Having severed my final ties with News International today after a period of what is commonly known in football managerial parlance as "gardening leave" I am now available for work.
And I'm convinced I can keep the Trashton mob in the position to which they are becoming accustomed.
In the style of Tony Hancock, who once did a football skit called the manager, I would go in there like a breath of fresh air and change things around.
First move? I reckon that Nicky Maynard would make a pretty useful goalkeeper...