As much as I dislike gambling, (apart from the odd fiver on a nag with a funny name, and a lucky dip on the lottery), it being a bottomless pit of a vice, I do like the hard-eyed objectivity of betting odds. Which means this is rather uncomfortable reading, though I was glad of more talk about Barton's moustache. You could challenge the reasoning, though. Ashley has surely learned that he made an arse of things, he's said as much (succesful capitalists usually learn from their blunders), and the team that won the Championship are utterly unlike the one that was relegated in 2009.
Yet more Joey "Dirty Sanchez" Barton blether here.