Never mind what happened during his eight games in the cockpit at Newcastle in 2009, when he inherited a mess from Joe Kinnear.
After four years of Roy Hodgson's hush puppies, England need a jackboot - and Alan Shearer would stand for no nonsense from overpaid, pampered, mollycoddled millionaires.
He would command respect from the players and, from his forthright opinions on Match of the Day, he seems to have a grasp of what is required to succeed at international level.
If the cupboard is bare, and there are no oven-ready candidates with a nice set of coaching badges, why not give Shearer a whirl? And if Rio Ferdinand, his sidekick on TV as pundits picked over the carcass of Hodgson's reign, fancies a bash as his assistant, why not bring him on board as well?
Time will tell whether it's a dream ticket, but they couldn't do any worse than Hodgson's nightmare in Nice.