Pointless is one of the more stress-inducing games on British television, harnessing the ability to make you hate yourself for not remembering a certain person or figure. Nonetheless, the following eight men truly deserve their future place on the hit TV show due to one thing and one thing only – they really were, utterly pointless.
Now this isn’t to say these men haven’t had highlights at some point throughout their careers, because they truly have, but the Premier League just wasn’t the place for them. Like, not even a little bit…
What an utterly pointless human, Pepe Mel, was during his limited spell with West Brom. Three wins in 17 games - good stuff.
It's only been about a week or so since Bradley was sacked by Swansea and you could honestly line him up with 20 other American managers, and 90% of Premier League fans wouldn't have a donkey as to who he was... Harry Potter fans might, though.
Sticking on the theme of utterly worthless Swansea managers, step right up Francesco Guidolin! You contributed towards destroying a once profitable and enjoyable team to watch ?.
Worst managerial record in Premier League history. Why didn't Wolves just give the bloody job to Steve Bruce. WHY. Infuriating.
What an absolute tosser. Still, he claims to have the ability to speak to the dead, so that's pretty sweet.
Jim Jefferies lived so far in the past during his tenure at Bradford City, that the bloke wouldn't have looked out of place with a monocle and a top hat.
Source: Dunfermline Athletic
His name has 'wig' in it. I mean really, what else do you need to know? Managed Southampton, was about as useful as a chocolate teapot.
In addition to having a supervillain's name, Egil Olsen also possessed nicknames such as "The Mad Professor" and "Drillo".
Still, it didn't help the Norwegian during his disastrous spell in charge of Wimbledon that saw The Crazy Gang lose their top flight status. Shame.
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If you’re a fan of any of the sides these men managed, then our hearts go out to you. It must be hard being asked the question of “so who’s your gaffer these days?” and you literally scrape the barrel of relevance to try and make that light bulb go off in their head. “Oh yeah he was erm, assistant manager at erm, that team, you know?” Devastating stuff.