Welcome to Cardiff City Russell Slade.

CoymayIt took over a fortnight from the realisation that Leyton Orient manager Russell Slade was high up on the list of potential new Cardiff City managers to the official announcement that the man had got the job, but on Monday there was finally confirmation that the Danny Gabbidon/Scott Young caretaker manager partnership would be stepping aside with 53 year old Slade (it’s his birthday on Friday) taking over the running of the team.

I would by lying if I said Slade’s appointment was greeted with unanimous approval by City fans. It was to be expected that some would point to his lack of managerial experience at this level as evidence of him not being good enough for a club of our size, but I get the feeling that people have warmed to the idea of Russell Slade as the new Cardiff manager as the negotiations with Leyton Orient dragged on and I hope and trust he will at least be given a chance to prove his worth in the coming weeks.

Originally I wondered if the fact that Slade had not played professional football would be held against him, but given that nearly all of the squad would not have been old enough to have remembered the playing days of someone his age, I don’t think that will be an issue – if there is to be one regarding the players, it will probably relate to his lack of managerial experience at Championship level.

Anyway, Slade’s appointment was confirmed by the club on their website . Of course, Vincent Tan had his obligatory dig at Malky Mackay in a reaction that was as predictable as it was graceless – own owner has been largely vindicated over “Moodygate” and I’m one of a what I think might be quite a few City fans who have been prepared to eat humble pie when it comes to the Mackay/Tan relationship and wipe the slate clean, but Mr Tan makes it very hard to do this at times.

If you contrast our owner’s latest public put down of a man who left the club getting on for a year ago with what he said about Ole after he left, it seems to prove one thing – although there was some lip service paid to poor results at the time of his sacking, Malky Mackay’s dismissal had little to do with what was happening on the pitch. After all, Ole’s record was worse than Mackay’s while we were in the Premier League and results, and in particular performances, were never as bad under Malky in the Championship as they were in the short time Ole was in charge in this division.

So, one of our last two managers (the one with the far worse record) leaves with the owner’s good wishes and the assurance that he and his family “will always be welcome in the Chairman’s Suite as my guests” and the other is a target for continual barbs and insults – Malky Mackay left the club because our owner believes he spent money he was not given permission to and this led to a complete breakdown in the manager/owner relationship, football had nothing to do with it.

It won't always be as busy as this, but the public glare Russell Slade will be under at Cardiff will, almost certainly, be greater than anything he's experienced before.*

It won’t always be as busy as this, but the public glare Russell Slade will be under at Cardiff on a day to day basis will, almost certainly, be greater than anything he’s experienced before.*

Getting back to Russell Slade, he was introduced to the media yesterday and acquitted himself pretty well in front of what I would guess was one of the biggest press conference audiences of his career, Predictably, there was some pretty non committal stuff when it came to things like the re-brand and Vincent Tan’s problems with previous managers, there was a bit of manager speak as well, but I was struck by the fact that, on this evidence anyway, if you ask Russell Slade a straightforward question, you tend to get an honest and straightforward reply.

For example, he thought one of the main reasons he was brought in was to provide value for money – given the amount Vincent Tan had provided for his two previous managers in the last two and a half years, you couldn’t blame him for thinking he didn’t get that during that time and, with his reputation for working well with a tight budget, you could understand the attraction of someone like Russell Slade for our owner.

Slade was certainly being honest when he talked about how it couldn’t be denied that the squad had under achieved in the first couple of months of the season (there were also references to  alack of physical and mental fitness) and he was forthcoming about his preference being to have two strikers in his team (even if one of them would sometimes play in a withdrawn role). Similarly, it came over that the new boss was not happy with what he had seen at Blackpool – we may have had more of the ball, but we very rarely suggested we would do anything incisive with it, while not enough of our goal attempts were on target.

When the inevitable question about who would be picking the team came up, Slade was emphatic in saying that he would be – he would listen to what others had to say, including the owner, but he would have the final word on selection (I just hope that this proves to be the case in reality).

I was interested by comments about the need to build on field partnerships. Our new manager spoke about us having good individuals, but questioned whether this meant we had good partnerships. Central defence, central midfield, wingers and full backs and strikers were mentioned and the need for players who complemented each other in these areas was noted – these might not necessarily be the most talented footballers. but you got the impression there were more important considerations than that.

All in all, it was a pretty assured performance from someone whose eagerness to let the media know he had been offered a managerial job at a Championship club a couple of seasons ago (his then Chairman at Leyton Orient, Barry Hearn, turned down the approach from the unnamed club), perhaps, betrayed some nervousness about his lack of experience at this level.

The hiring of Russell Slade certainly has the potential to go spectacularly wrong, but, equally, it could turn out to be a very shrewd appointment indeed. Getting awards from your peers has to be as good a form of recognition as there can be and Slade was chosen as LMA Manager of the Year in League One last season – I agreed with him when he said football management is basically the same job no matter what level you are at and if he can prove that to be true in this case, then Vincent Tan (or, more likely, whoever was advising him) will have made a very good choice.

* picture courtesy of http://www.walesonline.co.uk/

 

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Dannie Abse, 1923-2014.

CoymayCardiff City do not have many celebrity supporters and we have one less now following the death last week of poet Dannie Abse at the age of 91 – many City fans will be aware of this poem, published in 1959;-

The Game

Follow the crowds to where the turnstiles click.
The terraces fill. Hoompa, blares the brassy band.
Saturday afternoon has come to Ninian Park
and, beyond the goalposts, in the Canton Stand
between black spaces, a hundred matches spark.

Waiting, we recall records, legendary scores:
Fred Keenor, Hardy, in a royal blue shirt.
The very names, sad as the old songs, open doors
before our time where someone else was hurt.
Now like an injured beast, the great crowd roars.

The coin is spun. Here all is simplified
and we are partisan who cheer the Good,
hiss at passing Evil. Was Lucifer offside?
A wing falls down when cherubs howl for blood.
Demons have agents: the Referee is bribed.

The white ball smacked the crossbar. Satan rose
higher than the others in the smoked brown gloom
to sink on grass in a ballet dancer’s pose.
Again, it seems, we hear a familiar tune
not quite identifiable. A distant whistle blows.

Memory of faded games, the discarded years;
talk of Aston Villa, Orient and the Swans.
Half-time, the band played the same military airs
as when The Bluebirds once were champions.
Round touchlines the same cripples in their chairs.

Mephistopheles had his joke. The honest team
dribbles ineffectually, no one can be blamed.
Infernal backs tackle, inside forwards scheme,
and if they foul us need we be ashamed?
Heads up! Oh for a Ted Drake, a Dixie Dean.

‘Saved’ or else, discontents, we are transferred
long decades back, like Faust must pay the fee.
The Night is early. Great phantoms in us stir
as coloured jerseys hover, move diagonally
on the damp turf, and our eidetic visions blur.

God sign our souls! Because the obscure Staff of
Hell rule this world, jugular fans have guessed
the result half way through the second half
and those who know the score just seem depressed.
Small boys swarm the field for an autograph.

Silent the Stadium. The crowds have all filed out.
Only the pigeons beneath the roofs remain.
The clean programmes are trampled underfoot
and natural the dark, appropriate the rain
Whilst, under lampposts, threatening newsboys shout.

I never met Dannie, so I’ll leave it to someone who did to deliver a, fitting, tribute – here is regular correspondent Dai Woosnam’s take on the man he calls “the finest writer to ever call himself a Cardiff City fan”;-

“Dannie Abse was a fine poet and a lovely man.
I recall meeting him one evening in Caerphilly Library circa 1989, where he had come to do a reading and a Q&A.  Afterwards, he did not seem in a hurry to get home to Ogmore-by-Sea, and was happy to chat to anyone who was interested.
I had asked him two questions on literary matters in his official presentation, so now with most of the 20 strong audience exited into the night, we were able to talk Cardiff City.
And I was delighted that he had the same Cardiff hero that I had: Danny Malloy.  I think (from my slightly hazy memory) that he said that only Alf Sherwood had a greater place in his affections.
A lovely man, so sorely missed.
Particularly sad that his last decade would be so terribly blighted by that tragic car accident which claimed his wife Joan on the M4 near Pyle in 2005: a crash which he survived.  Ironically he was returning home to Ogmore-By-Sea from another similar poetry reading.
It was no consolation to him that he was deemed blameless, and the other driver involved got heavily fined for careless driving and banned for a year.
He was not a vindictive man.
Pity he should have gone with City at such a low ebb.  I loved the man and his gentle way of speaking.”

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