I do like the front page of The Sun's sport section today. Apparently Caley fans at the Hamilton game started singing "Shoe off if you hate Brewster", which is a novel way of showing discontent without being verbally abusive.
And so I discovered at lunchtime today that I had my wish, and Mr. Brewster is now unemployed.
Please don't think that I am taking some sort of perverse joy in a man losing his job. After all, this isn't the English Premiership, where a coach can expect megabucks if his contract is terminated. With his contract up at the end of the campaign, Brew will not get much of a payoff. Nor will he be a prime candidate for any top division job in Scotland any time soon, having preceded this with a period at Dundee United best described as a fiasco. I have no doubt that everything that he did for us was what he considered to be the best for the club.
But his best was not good enough.
If he had stayed we would have gone down. We might still yet, but this gives us a fighting chance. And it also means the possibility of entertaining football again gracing the Caledonian Stadium. So he had to go. Simple as.
The identity of his replacement? That's a debate for another day. Today's actions are a big enough deal for the club, as we have never sacked a manager before. Dealing with the aftermath can wait till later.
L.
PS Chick Young's blog on the BBC website today really is quite bizarre - seems to criticize the fans for demanding Brew's head on a plate, then labels him as "a dead man walking" later on. Talk about having your cake and eating it...
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