Exactly. When Moyes was first appointed the fawning was almost Olympian in its scope. We had puff pieces on Moyes the 'ambassador' sat behind a large mahogany desk in his club crested blazer, Moyes the master tactician pointing and waving in his technical box, Moyes the deep thinker in front of a blackboard, Moyes the hands on coach in his tracksuit, Moyes the natural successor, smiling away with Taggart, it was non-stop. My favourite of all though, and a perfect example of what we're talking about here, was during one of many periods when emphasising City's wealth and vulgarity for the benefit of 654 million armchair rags was top of the Mail's tree, and it took to sending reporters along to Manchester Airport to try and zoom lens the luggage of City players travelling off to European games. It struck gold with Jesus Navas, who had his case open at check-in searching for his passport, and gleefully itemised the cost of everything therein in a "look how wealthy and out of touch these people are" special. Aware that it had perhaps overstepped the mark with this in terms of both invasion of privacy and specific targeting of City, it then ran an ostensibly identical tale a week later, only this time the focus was on the rags and the open suitcase belonged to Moyes. Surprise, surprise, the only item visible was a strategically placed copy of Taggart's autobiography, with the sneering tone replaced with a nauseating "master and apprentice" narrative! Cockroaches.