Nottingham Forest's managerial merry. go. round shows no sign of slowing. Oliver Glasner, the Austrian who cut his teeth at Wolfsburg before a turbule...
Nottingham Forest's managerial merry. go. round shows no sign of slowing. Oliver Glasner, the Austrian who cut his teeth at Wolfsburg before a turbulent spell at Crystal Palace, has become the fifth head coach to occupy the dugout at the City Ground inside twelve months. Vitor Pereira's departure, confirmed by GoalZaza sources late last week, brings an end to a brief and largely forgettable chapter in the club's relentless quest for stability. But let's be honest: does anyone really think this appointment is the final piece of the puzzleForest's scattergun approach to recruitment in the technical area has become the stuff of whispered jokes in Premier League corridors. Glasner arrives with a reputation for disciplined defensive structures and sharp transitional play, a style that served him well in the Bundesliga and initially at Selhurst Park. Yet his tenure in south London unravelled when results turned sour and the dressing room, by all accounts, lost faith in his methods. So what makes anyone believe he can succeed where four predecessors have failed in a single season The answer, perhaps, lies in the sheer chaos of the task ahead. This is a club that has thrown money at the problem, sacked managers with alarming haste, and expected miracles from a squad assembled without any long term vision. Glasner's job is not just to keep Forest up; it is to impose some semblance of order on a team that has, frankly, looked like it is making it up as it goes along.You have to admire the man's nerve. He knows the revolving door is oiled and ready. Should he stumble out of the blocks, the trigger finger in the boardroom will twitch again. But perhaps, just perhaps, this time the penny drops. Glasner's preferred 3 4 2 1 formation demands runners in wide areas and a dedicated number ten who can link play. Whether Forest's collection of expensive, mismatched talents can execute that remains to be seen. One thing is certain: the City Ground faithful are long past patience. They want fight, they want identity, and they want it now. Squeaky bum time has arrived early for Glasner. And in Nottingham, the clock is always ticking.
