Let's get straight to it. Last season was far from perfect. My long suffering non-fantasy team succumbed to relegation for a second time in less than ten years. More significantly, I was rocked on a fantasy football level, after my record of top 1% finishes was hit by an undeniable blip. Though I have never claimed to be an expert, I am all about performance-driven results. With the confirmed arrival of the Galacticos managers to the Premier League things needed to change.
The proverbial stuffing was certainly knocked out of me. In that there is no doubt. My ego, "Chief" was hit hard and floored. So much so that it impacted on my alter ego, "Barry Manager" and brought him to the fore (mini-league rivals already know him). The former being the front-end that knows best, the latter being the inner subconscious that makes you question more team changes than you should. In many ways, Chief has been the manager & Barry has been the assistant.
Long Live The Chief!