Magic Mick

So Wolves have finally parted company with their manager Mick McCarthy - sad day for many reasons, not least this strange idea that when a football club is not doing well, the fault lies not with the players, but with the manager.  Just who is it who are out on the pitch failing to do the business?  The performance against West Brom last weekend - which was probably the straw that broke the camel's back - was shameful, but it wasn't Mick who was out there aimlessly passing the ball about - usually to a West Brom player.  It's a fact that sometimes a change of manager does result in a change in a team's fortunes (think Martin O'Neill and Sunderland) and I think the hierarchy at Wolves had reached the stage of "anything's worth a try", and it was on that basis that they took the decision to sack McCarthy.  When he first took over, he said that his initials did not stand for Merlin the Magician but for many Wolves fans what he did working on a shoestring budget sure looked like magic.  So who should replace him?  Wolves face the usual problem of a club at the wrong end of the table looking for a new manager - those putting themselves forward probably don't have the ability to do any better than the one they replace, and those who could perhaps make a difference, wouldn't be interested.  Best of those readily available is probably Alan Curbishley, but I don't hold out any high hopes.  Thank you Mick - sorry to see you go.