Lynn is Alan's wife of 25 years and has been through thick and thin with the beleaguered Gulls boss including supporting him with the trauma of managing in Sc*nthorpe and understanding him in the magical squirrel incident. A an apparent trivial event which contrived to change the man into a footballing Shaman forever.
For many, Knill's spiritual approach to managing Torquay and his unwavered faith in the process of sticking square pegs in round holes has indeed led the loyal yellow army into altered states of consciousness. Even at Wycombe on Saturday I was thinking, "What the f*cking hell am I doing here?!" on more than one occasion and I was conscious too but I wanted it so much to be altered. It couldn't be, I had to stay until the death in torment of another game where elation was ethereally transformed into misery in the blink of an eye. I was begging for Shaman Knill to release my demons but I have a dreaded feeling that there are dark forces at work here.
"Evening dear, we got beat again so I saved myself a few minutes not clapping the travelling fans at full time by shooting straight off down the tunnel so I could be interviewed by TalkSport" replied Knill. :na:
"Yes love but that would only be a few minutes saved and what about those fans who had come from far and wide to get to Wycombe? I heard them chanting Alan Knill's Yellow Army on many occasions this afternoon when I tuned in to Gullsplayer " continued Lynn.
"F*ck 'em" cried Knill.
"Anyway, we're at home next weekend, I can clap them then. Ooh what's that you've made dear? It smells delightful!" an excited Alan gasped as he glanced over at the kitchen table at some of Lynns home baking delights.
