Oh dear! The bandwagon was already starting to roll on "Shearer for Toon Boss," less than 24 hours after the black-and-white-shirted prostitutes lay down and allowed the club to fall out of the Premiership. Don't get me wrong - I've got the utmost respect for Alan Shearer as a man and a footballer. But the idea that he is the new "Toon Messiah*" would be laughable...if it wasn't so disturbing. Granted, the guy only had 8 games in charge. Granted, he was being asked to manage an appalling group of "professionals" in atrocious circumstances. But what in those 8 games - and everything that went on around them - persuades anybody that he's the right man for the new job (e.g. rebuilding towards promotion) that now needs to be done? Mike Lowes' reasoning on Radio 5 Live yesterday seemed to rest on the fact that Shearer has "massive stature" and is held in high esteem in the City. True. But that's not a qualification for a football manager. And I don't think it's enough to bring success.
No doubt the fans' clamour will build. I'm on the look out for the "it's got to be Shearer" vox pops as we speak. And maybe Fat Mike will fold and beg him to stay. If he does, I really hope it works. But I've got not one atom of belief that it will.
* Whenever Toon Messiahs are mentioned, I'm always reminded of the line from The Life of Brian which goes "Of course he's The Messiah! And I should know! I've followed a few!"
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