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Kraft durch Freude
Pay the club, pay the man, just get the whole thing wrapped up now!
And here's the problem. Who is the right man? I don't recall the hindsight that Robson, Blackwell or Speed attracted at the time of their appointment. I may be wrong, but this prostrating ourselves on the altar of SOD is all wrong - a kind of 'The Apprentice' in reverse. "Pleeese come to us, we'll pay you what you want and Donny compensation." Totally wrong.
Apart from politicians, I can't think of any other job where failure is rewarded by another massively-paid job as football management. As we speak, Allardyce has got the boot (rightly, for a win ratio of just 34%). Avram Grant and Brian Laws will (rightly) be gone soon. And who is leading the 'shock-horror, they must be mad' brigade? That's right, the likes of Shearer, Hansen, Lineker etc. The old-boys club who ensure that the old way of working is maintained.
So (I hear you ask) what is my suggestion? Well, back in t'old days, a manager was a pretty anonymous figure. Nowadays, they've re-invented themselves as media darlings - figures who must be seen ranting and raving on the touchline to show they 'care'. (As if). Now I'm putting myself above the parapet here, but might we just have stumbled upon something here?
On Saturday, Carver put out a sadly-depleted team who did the job. Ellis, who until now was happy to slumber in his seat, looked quite animated on the touchline (don't we all need a kick up the arse now and then?) and Morgs, sat just in front of me, was commitment personified - a guy who knows his playing glory-days are coming to an end, but who knows the players and the dressing room.
Maybe, just maybe.