McCarthy - a witch hunt?
WE’VE not even reached ‘Twelfth Night’, and yet the season of goodwill towards Mick McCarthy has seemingly evaporated quicker than the bottle of Scotch stuck away by Grandad on Christmas night.
Sections of the Wolves’ fanbase, not yet openly but certainly via the perennial ‘Strop Shop’ of phone-ins and Internet messageboards, are vociferously calling for the manager’s head.
And the widespread booing and chants of “You don’t know what you’re during� after replacing a chest infection hit Andy Keogh with Stephen Elliott against Sheffield United certainly shows McCarthy’s honeymoon period has now departed with the tinsel and mistletoe.
It’s a question which has split the Wolves public like a political hot potato.
While those phone-ins and messageboards have been enveloped by angst and vitriol, we must always remember that it is far easier to criticise than to compliment, and those wishing to vent their spleen are always far more likely to put finger to keyboard or telephone dial than those keen to maintain the status quo.
And from talking to a variety of fans from all generations and different corners of Molineux, there is still certainly mixed feelings about where Wolves should go from here.
So what’s the story? Is he under pressure? Should the Wolves fans – those demanding a change – get their New Year wish? Or will the resolve of McCarthy, his team and the Molineux board prove decisive?
It seems inconceivable that the man who could do no wrong last season has certainly built up an army of doubters.
We’re too far down the line for the jury to be out, but there are those who delivered their verdict last season all of a sudden fearing a miscarriage of justice.
So talking of juries, what are the cases for prosecution and defence?