While most Wolves fans will remember ‘that’ infamous ‘We will not do an Albion’ promise in 2010, many might forget that Jez Moxey also said:
“In 2003-04, we were clearly not well equipped to deal with the challenges. We were promoted through the play-offs and we were five or six weeks behind the other teams.”
Quite how many weeks we will be behind teams in League One once Moxey eventually decides upon Dean Saunders’ successor is anyone’s guess?
It’s fair to assume that an indulgent sun tan from Jez’s ludicrously timed holiday will have faded by the time an announcement is made, up to a month after the play-offs ended.
Three weeks have passed since Saunders was sacked and the club today say they’re only half way through the process, ahead of an August 3 Big Kick-Off.
Taking Jez Moxey’s words on face value – which is not necessarily advisable – we will make an appointment around 40 days before the new season starts.
How long does the new man get to assess our leaden footed failures? How long to bring his own players in?
Who buys players in the meantime? Who decides who goes? Who will want to come under such circumstances? Will Thelwell impersonate Connor with a Frank Nouble signing between then and now?
Jez Moxey is at pains to ‘get this one right’ but contrives to make the same glaring error that has blighted his sorry reign for so long…
…Namely, that he using this entire process as a vehicle to cover his own backside in the event of the club getting it wrong again, using our half-cocked previous managerial debacles as some sort of yardstick to be grateful for today.
In this whole sorry goose chase, one thing has become clear and after 22 days and it isn’t even a manager to fill the hotseat.
Once this charade has finally run its course, the miserable conclusion to draw will be the very one we that were promised would never happen again.
No root and branch overhaul, no inquest and no heads to roll for two years of history defining, record breaking incompetence.
It’s shameful enough that redundancies are planned to remove the real DNA from the club to justify the buffoonery that made it a haemorrhaging laughing stock in the first place.
It’s worse still to let the very perpetrator concoct his own timescales and make his own appointment which, in the wonderful world of Wolves, will not even make a blind bit of difference anyway.