So Mr 25% walks in and like some cheesy, Steven Seagal 80's film, takes control and single-handedly steers the vessel away from the looming, thunderous iceberg up ahead and gently guides the passengers aboard the multi-billion pound ocean liner to the safety of a sun-drenched south sea island, where they all live happily ever after?
It's not going to happen. When we were taken over we were drifting aimlessly from mediocrity to obscurity, then back again: it was our own special blueprint for failure that we had been working on since the days of Joe Mercer and Big Mal. All we could do was go up.
Not so for the rags. They were already established, had a name and an international fan base to work with. They were one of the 'big clubs' alongside Real and Barca, so they were only ever going to go downwards - while we passed them on the way up.
The club has a deep culture of arrogance going back decades and decades. They have had a false sense of superiority ingrained in them since the pisscan walked in and (with the blessing of the British media) have been living in an alternate reality ever since. When you have money, power and influence you're on top of the world: you are untouchable. Refereeing officials, Sly sports presenters, tabloid editors and journalists do as you tell them - or they face the consequences.
But now the rags have neither the money, the power nor the influence that they once did, so their downward spiral from the summit is now gathering sufficient momentum as to be re-classified as a meteor hurtling uncontrollably towards terra firma.
25% is trying to give the impression that he is the man to take the rags forward, but in order to go forward you have to stop reversing first.