A warm welcome to the new manager from the Govanhill Gub
So we’ve appointed a new manager in Philippe Clement. In terms of excitement, this appointment on the scale of ‘Meh’ hasn’t even provoked an ‘M’ in me. Call me an ungrateful son of a Batchelor but that’s what eight and a half years of being saved has done to me.
In terms of numbers, it’s pretty astonishing to think we had only three managers in the first 95 years of our existence. By contrast since March 2015 and the good guys coming in, we’ve had five full time managers in that time (Clemont now being the 6th) and however many caretakers. It’s hard to get away from the notion, the good guys are ploughing through managers like Warren Beatty being put in charge of a Convent, full of willing converts.
I might be wrong, but I make it since the horrible sacking of Scot Symon back in 1967, we have had seventeen full time managers. It is hardly a statistic that points to stability. Overall, we are a club going nowhere. Aimless and with no direction. Sadly, in my lifetime. the club has went backward and since 2015, at an alarming rate.
Of course those who still believe in the people running our club will point to elsewhere and say this is the modern world. Well, I’ve got two words for them. Alex fucking Ferguson.
No doubt they will then say Man Utd gave him the time to grow into the job and that patience is the key here. No it isn’t. Ferguson went to Manchester with a proven track record. Bringing in youth and taking on Rangers and the filth into the bargain at provincial clubs. Did he ride his luck at Utd early doors? Of course he did. But uncannily luck and competence seem to go hand in hand.
For us, what, for example, did Pedro bring to the table? What security checks were done with this dumpling? None. This is not hindsight talking, as it was shouted and pointed out at the time, The people involved in recruiting this guy to the club should never haver been allowed to make another executive decision. Yet they were.
Getting up to date, Gio in exile in China should have been a red flag. It wasn’t. Michael Beale’s record at QPR was there for all to see. It was staring us openly in the face. The board still went for him and the wise monkeys on here fell for it; hook, line and sinker.
Even the board, and I think of them as a shuffling, ongoing entity since March, 2015 just seem to be bumbling along in space. A Blue Dwarf if you will. Oh, the personnel may change but the collective harvest is the same. A crop failure. Why can I have any faith or hope in this present appointment? Yet despite it all, believe me, I want to.
The post of DoF seems to consume many on the boards. I get and don’t get it. Once again, I will state that the most important person at a football club is the manager. A good manager that is. The scouts should be on the lookout for what the manager wants. A manager dictates how the club plays.
I do get, heathen that I am, that DoFs have a part to play and that guidance and advice can, and should be meted out.
Connor Goldson for instance.
He was out of contract. No one wanted him, even on a free. So what did we do? We re-signed him. Who decided that the not-wanted-anywhere-else Goldson should have been given a new four year contract? It is not just an absolute bonkers decision. It’s a sacking offence. We basically re-signed Goldson on the basis we collapsed last season when he was injured. The best of a bad bunch does not make you a good defender. A proper DoF or a proper football structure would have binned him.
And now what has the present poor sod in charge got to deal with?
Well, he should be well aware of what he’s walked into.
Defenders who can’t defend.
Midfielders who can’t midfield
Attackers who can’t attack.
I wish him well.
t_gg
