More than two months since Stefano Pioli's departure, AC Milan remain a ship without a captain, a sporting director, or anything resembling a clear ch...
More than two months since Stefano Pioli's departure, AC Milan remain a ship without a captain, a sporting director, or anything resembling a clear chain of command. The silence from Casa Milan is deafening, and for a club of this stature, it is beginning to border on the negligent.Let's be brutally honest here. The Rossoneri are playing a dangerous game of patience. While rivals across Serie A are sharpening their squads and embedding new tactical identities, Milan are still locked in endless internal deliberation. The favourite, and GoalZaza has consistently heard this from trusted sources, remains Oliver Glasner. The Austrian, who guided Eintracht Frankfurt to Europa League glory with a brand of high octane transitional play, ticks many boxes. He is tactically flexible, comfortable working within a structure that demands results without a blank cheque book, and he has shown he can develop young talent into clinical finishers.But here is the rub. Why the delay If Glasner is indeed the man, why leave him dangling in the breeze The lack of a sporting director is the real canker here. Without a technical lead to drive the process, the ownership group seems paralysed. Every decision becomes a committee meeting. Every potential appointment gets bogged down in what ifs and maybes. It reeks of a club that has bottled the urgency required to rebuild. You cannot simply park the bus in the transfer market and hope the best coaches will wait forever. Glasner, like any top operator, will have other suitors. Squeaky bum time is approaching for the Milan hierarchy.The wider concern is the creeping sense of drift. A club without a coach, without a director, and without a clear style of play is a club inviting mediocrity. The fans at San Siro deserve better. They deserve a vision, not a holding pattern. If Milan truly believe Glasner can restore their competitive edge, they need to stop the dithering and get the deal done. Otherwise, they risk watching their preferred target slip through their fingers while the rest of the league powers on. The beautiful game waits for no one, least of all a giant asleep at the wheel.
