So bad, I actually feel sorry for the poor love.

I understand Dominic Cummings has some time on his hands.

Cummings would write 30,000 word blog posts about the failings of the club management, complete with his diagnoses that we needed to read the philosophy of Nietzsche and improve our data to get a more strategic approach to signings. The fan base would like what they heard, particularly as he would offer a ruthless culture to sacking the backroom staff.

The problems would come when people realised that he didn't offer much more than shaking things up and fighting people, all his appointments to the coaching staff would be nonentities chosen for their willingness to be nodding dogs to him, and his signings would reveal a willingness to spend large sums of the club's money on personal pet project players who had agents he knew.

He'd ban the Warrington Guardian from having access to the club on the grounds they were out of touch metropolitan elites and a curious number of new twitter users would appear with names like @Wolves916573671 with stories about the dark secret practices of the Cullen-Smith-Price cabal that need to be rooted out.

In the end the results would still be crap and he would fall out with everyone and quit and go back to his blog.

Re. Watson

Isn't it funny though , a year of two on, that no-one has mentioned that previous coaching 'hot ticket', Daryll Powell.....

I think that we have all seen through Powell's charm offensive

Paul Anderson?

Charm? I'm not sure charm was ever part of the appeal. He always had the demeanour of a 1981 high school PE teacher.

Still here then, where Adam Pearson when you need him

Cummings' "eyesight" was a damn sight better at Castle Barnard, than our current CEO's will ever be

Didn't you write a song about him

I lived in Yorkshire for 12 years, and you come across guys like Daryl Powell all the time. If you call in a plumber or take your car for a service you can bet the guy's personality will be a carbon copy of Powell. Humourless, charmless, giving the impression they would rather be doing anything than their actual job, no time for niceties, just want make sure they get paid and be done.

But now I'm in London, I actually prefer that type of bloke to the equivalent down here, ie the Eddie Hearn style cheekie chappie trying to get you in to his stupid banter whilst trying to rip you off. At least the humourless Powell types were generally honest and would do you a good job.

That is chillingly similar to what you could easily write about Donald Trump, except of course the bit about reading Nietzsche. It would need to be a picture book, and even then he wouldn't like his views on Christianity.