IN MY long career, which at times seems almost as precarious and quixotic as football management, I've been sacked about five times.
It didn't feel very nice. At least once it was out-of-blue, never-saw-it-coming goddamn awful. So it's not easy, given the stress of the storm that event can produce, to call for someone else to lose their job. Unless he manages Millwall. Badly. Potentially disastrously.
I believe it's time for Kenny Jackett to fall on his sword, or for John Berylson to sack him.
Neither event, I suspect, will happen. Jackett is hanging on with the grim illusion that he can, still, miraculously, turn it all around, while Berylson seems to have suspended his all-American tycoonery toughness to stay loyal in the face of what is a calamitous set of figures.
Those figures include a team anchored at 20th position for most of the season; 2 wins from our last 13 games; 9 points from a possible 39 over the last 13 games. It all adds up to relegation.
For me, Jackett doesn’t have the tactical nous for this division. It has taken three quarters of the season for him to decide that a passing side is needed to thrive in the Championship. But for that you need Championship quality and the heart of this team is still full of mediocre players: Forde, Dunne, Barron, Smith, Ward, Abdou, Craig.
So if Jacket won't jump and the admirable Berylson won't push, what is to be done?
I think the honourable way out – for Jackett, for the owner and for the fans who believe the manager should step down – is to kick Kenny upstairs. Give him a new title (Director of Football, Chief Talent Spotter, Man Without a Plan, whatever), thank him for the past, amend his salary , and see if we can hire a new manager in time to lift the morale of the team enough to keep us in the Championship.
Only, make it quick, John.