To be a hero, you have to be a bit nuts. After all, firemen run into burning houses day in, day out.
On a much more mundane level, you have Martin O'Neill. The golden boy of British football management worked wonders at Leicester City and Celtic before taking leave to look after his ill wife.
Since then, he's had (apparently) the pick of the top jobs: Newcastle (crazy fans but lots of money), Middlesbrough (not so much money but still European material), the England job (glory, glory, glory - possibly) and maybe even the Sunderland job (new chairman, chance to bounce back into the Premiership).
It would appear O'Neill has resisted the lure of each in favour of joining ... Aston Villa. A club which has its players in revolt, a chairman who sacks managers for fun, and a transfer kitty which resembles a piggy bank after its owner has signed up for an IVA.
He admits he is petrified. He doesn't know who the owner of the club will be next month - four constoria are in the running for it, but that hasn't stopped him.
Maybe he believes his own press - although I doubt it - about working miracles. But good luck to him, he's gonna need it!
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