Well he lasted 12 months longer than I predicted, but Di Canio has walked away from the Swindon job, exactly as I said he would do. There's no denying that, based on results, he has done a fabulous job, but in terms of high maintenance, he is Joan Collins, Liza Minnelli, Brian Clough, Duncan McKenzie, Eric Cantona and Jordan rolled into one. Talk about flouncing in and flouncing out again, in a little over 18 months, the Italian has thrown more hissy fits than a whole school of adolescent girls.
Dare Leeds United appoint him? Master Bates would be found dead in the Boardroom within a month. GFH Capital would flee to Syria for a quiet life. Peter Lorimer would run around in so many circles trying to stay the right side of the fiery Italian that he would explode.
And poor Paolo would look around the Leeds dressing room and wonder why he had retired. "They are all as old as me!" he would complain after the first training session. "And they are all shit!"
Replacing Warnock with Paolo would be a classic case of out of the frying pan and into the fire. But it would guarantee my continued interest in Leeds so the growing fan base of this blog will be desperate for it to happen.
Could Il Duce Di Canio lead Leeds to the promised land? Ever read The Damned United? Well Di Canio would be the sequel with nobs on. Would 43 days see him through to the end of the season?