Wanted: One miracle worker. No money to spend. Demoralised and limited set of players. Huge expectations. Apply to Julian Rhodes and Mark Lawn at Valley Parade.
After another defeat, this time 2-1 to Stevenage, a team already on a run of five successive victories but one that was non-league until last season, the writing may be on the wall for Peter Jackson. After the initial spark which greeted his entry back to Bradford City, it's all but gone. Gone is the thrill at victory over Ronnie Moore's Rotherham. Gone is the passion at the end of a victory at Morecambe. Instead, back is negative tactics. Back is Luke Oliver up front. Back are successive defeats.
Jackson put himself on the line. Succeed, and he was in pole position to become the permanent manager. Fail, and his interview was pointless. Jackson poked his head above the parapet and took over the poisoned chalice, but did so with someone else's poison in the chalice. Unluckily or not, his hands are well and truly slipping from the managerial position.
But where on earth do we go from here? We've tried relative unknowns who boast a bold CV. We've tried up-and-coming young managers. We've tried hugely experienced managers. We've tried club legends. We've tried men with runners with course and distance form. The only plausible thing we haven't tried is football heavyweights. Oh, or a miracle worker.
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