Dear Pim,

How are you? I hope you are well.

Oh wait, no, I hope you die of explosive diarrhoea.

Your inexplicably negative tactics cost us a spot in the round of 16, of that there can be no doubt. No strikers? Honestly? What the fuck was that.

I can say with some conviction that the outstanding performances against Ghana and Serbia were down to the players wanting to prove to their country that Pim hadn't stifled their passion and pride in the green and gold, and were nothing to do with your 'tactics'.

So what now, Pim? You've left us weaker than when you took over - your complete aversion to any sort of risk meant you didn't blood young players well enough for them to challenge the old, decrepit, or dreadfully out of form (Moore & Grella, in particular). Look how incredibly Holman, Beauchamp and Valeri played - you could have had that all qualifying. But you haven't learned anything from it - all we've learned is not to accept a second rate piece of shit as manager next time.

You're just fucking off to Morocco with a fat cheque and no consequences for your actions. I hope you die in a plane crash on the way there, you have brought shame to our nation. That would be the appropriate consequence for your actions (and inaction).

I hope the Australian public gets a chance to lynch you before you die of natural causes.

Fuck off now, please.

scouse_roar

P.S. Everyone, add your own.