So, it’s goodbye Mick McCarthy.¬† I have staunchly (ok, a bit staunchly) defended him for some time, but wasn’t the only supporter who saw the writing on the wall after yesterday’s shambles.¬† Not only a terrible capitulation by the players on the pitch, but to the bitterest of local rivals.¬† It will be some time before this particular wound heals (or will be allowed to).¬† In time we’ll look back at the fantastic achievements of McCarthy’s time with Wolves – and he is, without a doubt our most successful manager of the past two decades – but not now.
He had to go – the fans righteous anger after yesterday’s result made his position untenable – but unfortunately, we are now at a juncture in the season that this sacking will achieve nothing.¬† Morgan made the decision to back McCarthy when things looked bleak at the back end of last year.¬† He could easily have gone then, other options were available, and a new manager would have had the opportunity to shape the team in their image.¬† I supported the decision to stick with Mick (as I did at the same time last season), but that carried with it the logic of sticking with him to the end of the season.¬† At this stage, there is no one more qualified than McCarthy available to take his place and, if there were, there will be no opportunity for them to augment the threadbare squad.
With the only rays of hope from a dismal January transfer window now dampened, with loanees Bassong out for a few games and Frimpong the rest of the season, the new manager is left with little to play with.¬† Mick’s main strength is to get the best out of hardworking players.¬† Yes, we have flair and talent in the likes of Jarvis and Fletcher and sometimes O’Hara, but the backbone of the team are superlative grafters. Perhaps some confidence can be restored, but a new manager is not going to turn us into Brazil (or even Stoke).
We were likely candidates for relegation yesterday; surely we are now dead certs.