BY its very nature, there are few more thankless jobs than that of the West Indies cricket selectors.
In times of decline, as over the past two decades, when their options are limited and defeat is habitual, their judgment, even their motives, are questioned by a disgruntled public driven by insularity, by the media, by the players and their association, by prominent politicians and, yes, by board members who appoint them.
They are often subjected to virulent, open abuse, as Sir Wes Hall once noted when accosted by a young boy and his father in an airport lounge during his stint on the panel.
So, without getting overly sympathetic, spare a thought for Clyde Butts,
