Michael Nicholson

We all know that's pish! Peter would never allowed him to make the call in the first place.

 

This * needs to * off.

 

I would say I hope someone smashes his face in but would do the ugly * a favour

 

Another weasel *. * off!

 

Mr hide and seek

 

Can't stand his face..

Looking away earlier as if he didn't realise he was on screen getting abuse. Seen ut first hand the other week his wee snake self slithering away from the crowd..

 

Imagine we actually went and got a CEO who over-performed elsewhere. Imagine all the good things someone like that might do across the club. But nah, let's just hire an under-qualified mute internally.

 

Given the abuse tonight and the failings of the window i wouldn't be surprised if he's the latest fall guy for the board.

We know he's just a puppet for the other 2 * but they do like a fall guy when things dont go well. Was Lawwell jr last time

No doubt he replaced by another of their pals tho

 

If he had any decency he'd * off and never come back.

But he doesn't so he won't.

 

Very much doubt it, he seems immune to everything going on around him.

 

He's a snake, we need to get fucken shot of him. He * up our transfer window good and proper.

 

Hes oblivious to everything going on around him.

I just think it's the way they work. That they look for someone to carry the can and get bit of the heat off themselves

 

This rat * will no doubt be offered up as the fall guy this time but nothing will change as it’ll be another yes man in. Until Lawell is well away from the club and doesn’t manage to worm his way back, it doesn’t really matter who is in his position.

 

Died in the wool tim though ...

Another helmet who was the best man for the job who just so happened to already be in the building. Club needs gutted

 

Spineless *. You’re killing our club you weasel

 

We are scared to hire a CEO with modern ideas in case it shows up that fat loser Lawwell. Complete and utter failure.

 

We got rid of the last one with Modern Ideas.

 

Oh aye, can you imagine the panic on that fat loser's face. Not how we do things round here son. Then calling uncle Dermot to make him go away.