Danny Röhl steps up

So, the Sevco High Command have decided to Röhl the dice on this nice young fella.

For posterity, just in case one day it gets the Error 404 treatment, here’s the full dignified communiqué:

 

Today it was the turn of the moving picture show.

This presser is quality content.

Once more, Andrew Cavenagh repeated it for the hard of thinking:

“Winning sustainably”.

Always the dollars…

However, with matters Ibrox, other issues often take centre stage.

The decision to go with the young German rather than Mr Muscat probably came down to one thing.

For the avoidance of doubt, it’s about the dollars, always the dollars.

My information is that buying out the Australians’ contract at Shanghai Port would cost £6m.

That’s not quite in the Ange range from Forest, but is still significant.

Add to that Muscat’s signing-on fee and what it cost to sack the Enlightened One, and the total bill rises to £11m.

The good news for Paddy Stewart is that I’m told that the cost of bringing in the young German WON’T come out of his budget.

Obviously, with any Sevco manager, the first item of business must be the severance package.

My information is that Herr Röhl has an iron-clad payoff equivalent to two years’ salary, regardless of how short his time is in the Big House.

That amounts to around £2.3m.

His KPIs are the same as those agreed by the Enlightened One.

Essentially, the job is to stabilise the situation, assess the squad, and improve the younger players to enhance player trading opportunities in the future.

In fairness, the job of Sevco head coach isn’t without its attractions.

Firstly, there’s the World Class Breakfast.

If need be, there is the close protection detail just in case the fans get, well, too close.

The severance package is generous and sets up the lucky loser for a life after Ibrox when they enter the Witless Protection program for ex-Sevco supremos.

Once safely away from there, they can focus on the harmony of the universe.

Om…

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Now, dear reader, your humble correspondent has an important task to do this week.

On Friday, as an Irish citizen domiciled in the Republic of Ireland, I will take part in electing my head of state.

Hopefully, this is the last election for Uachtarán na hÉireann that will be restricted by Partition.

The person who represents us on the world stage does so because we, as Irish citizens, decide that in a free and fair election.

Viewers in Scotland have their own programme.

For example, every Westminster MP representing a Scottish constituency, and every  MSP, has to swear an oath of allegiance to the Saxe-Coburg Gotha family.

Here is what they have to say:

I swear by Almighty God that I will be faithful and bear true allegiance to His Majesty King Charles, his heirs and successors, according to law. So help me God.

Or they can be all and modern and affirm:

I do solemnly, sincerely, and truly declare and affirm, that I will be faithful and bear true allegiance to His Majesty King Charles, his heirs and successors, according to law.

Either way, they’re subjects, not citizens.

If they don’t take part in this ceremony, they’re not admitted to the legislative chamber and, importantly, don’t get a ticket for the gravy train.

Unimpressive.

Have a great week wherever you are.