I’ll admit it, we weren’t sure. I mean the half time talk or most often rant, is a sacred thing. Our old manager – we called them “manager” not “coach” – had a way with him. He’d hold your eyes as he took you apart. Terrifying. But then, just before we had to head out again he’d build us up. A clever trick. When we heard about the new owner and coach we were worried. What did they know about the game? They came from a world where football wasn’t even a thing. At least a computer can’t look into your eyes!