Lars Lagerback's replacement in Sweden, then the Swedish version of an antithesis to Lars, has reverted somewhat to Swedish type, reinstalling the infamous Lagerback opening 15/20 minutes of extreme caution and is partial to periods of protection, with the packed defence and plenty of hoofing in evidence.
Meanwhile, Lars has been transformed from staid plodder with Sweden to a kind of a, je ne sais quoi, liberated, grass smoking, free thinking, football hippy with Iceland.
Maybe next year, a visitor to Iceland will be landing at Lars Lagerback Airport, travel along Rue Lars towards Hotel Lars which faces out towards Stadium Lars. But thats not real fame here, real fame would be when they decide to name a mountain after you.
Probably Lars does not fit in with the blank chequebook type personality candidate that would get Ruud and Ray's attention.
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