Criticism can be avoided easily by saying nothing, doing nothing and being nothing.
That’s all perfectly well and good for the likes of Aristotle. But you don’t need to be an ancient Greek philosopher to know the same rule simply isn’t going to wash in modern day Aberdeen. So it almost defied belief that someone as notoriously thin skinned as Dave Cormack chose to lock himself away from the watching world for 48 hours, while Pittodrie was busy burning after Jim Goodwin smashed into rock bottom like a comet hitting deepest darkest Ayrshire on Monday night.
Only to emerge from the smouldering rubble yesterday evening appealing to his club’s apoplectic punters to ‘please disperse, nothing to see here.’ He may think he’s done Goodwin a turn by giving the manager a dead man’s derby at Easter Road to pull off a phoenix from the flames escape act. But if the Aberdeen chairman thinks this belated, halfway house threat will be enough to put the fire out and save himself from recriminations, then he’s likely to have another thing coming.
