Or - 'Grasping Nettles Not Clutching Straws: A Beginner's Guide'
Martin Jol was Tottenham Hotspur's most successful manager since Burkinshaw. He achieved much good. As a bonus, he was a warm, sincere and likable chap. A big man with a big heart. Which I am given to understand was a congenital condition.
Unfortunately, our current league position was generated by some arguably unlucky but nearly all brutal performances and shows us still looking to scrap our way out of the relegation zone. This, after spending endlessly on good players over the entirety of his tenure.
The demands placed upon Jol were too great. Back to back fifth place finishes were spectacular after years and years of comparative mediocrity. But fragile enough in their delivery.
Is Levy a rat for wanting to shop around for a better man? No. Absolutely not.
Is Paul Kemsley really the dreadful excuse for a human being he's painted as? Well I can't tell you based upon watching two episodes of The Apprentice. However it seems many of you have intimate, more informed insights on him.
Levy has steadfastly driven this club toward success since day one.
And so to Hughton. He's a card.
Fantastic player yes.
Great coach. Absolutely not.
He works alongside unsuccessful manager after unsuccessful manager. If he could see what was wrong he would have distanced himself and left at least one of them. He didn't so he was complicit.
He stayed. On and on, an ambition-less turnkey for each incumbent.
Separating yourself from the emotion is tough. Many saw Jol as Spur's favourite uncle. My first love is Tottenham. Not her relatives.
I saw him as the man dating my daughter.
He first came a calling like a young Brando. All smiles and charm. But three seasons in to the relationship he was dipping into her purse and making us all miserable.
Thanks for the good times, but don't rewrite history.