I'm still awaiting the big showdown between ragdick and the pisscan. It'll happen sooner or later. The pisscan will feel like the newcomer is trampling all over his territory and he won't have it because he sees the rags as HIS club: he owns them (not the Glazers), he hires and fires, nothing ever happens at the swamp without his say-so.
He'll be breathing his foul, rancid breath down ragdick's neck, overseeing, watching, basically interfering - and if ragdick so much as queries his unwanted input he'll be out on his arse in no time.
And when finally Peterboro have the good sense to show the son of satan the door he will turn up at the swamp - ready to take over, and the press will be lauding him all the way. The Glazers will fork out billions and billions more on mediocre, past their sell-by-date has-beens who will demand (and be given) absolutely fucking ridiculous wages, and under the spawn's inept guidance the club will finish well be low mid-table and then he'll be gone.