Definitely brave, arguably contradictory and quite possibly the most bizarre managerial appointment in our 135 year history.
In many ways, Stale Solbakken’s arrival at Molineux couldn’t be more appropriate, could it?
While you can’t please all of the people all of the time, you can at least get every single fan talking with excitement, trepidation and emotion for the foreseeable future, which is already an infinitely more uplifting prospect than this season of shame.
If West Bromwich Albion unveiled a Norwegian of this ilk, many of us would wonder why we never think outside the box.
Unfortunately for Messrs Moxey and Morgan, too many self-inflicted slings and arrows have created more scepticism than acceptance, which is why the bunting and tic-a-tape will have to wait a while longer.
Not least when Terry Connor’s services appear to have been retained, in the most perplexing, infuriating decision which dilutes the element of revolution.
If a new broom has been used to sweep away the cobwebs of a prehistoric era, then why is the winless, deluded Connor anywhere near the coaching set up after everything he’s been associated with this season?
Such negativity is as good as engrained on a cynic like me, so it would do everyone better if I airbrushed the Connor bit and unconditionally got behind the overall decision.
Why not?! With five titles, silverware galore and a fluid, free thinking approach to the game, our new manager sounds more and more desirable with each passing minute.
An onus on effortless formation change to suit the needs of any game sounds far more exciting than the Hennessey hoofball we’ve become conditioned too, and will certainly give Dave Edwards and co something to contemplate.
While he didn’t set the world alight at Cologne, few managers ever do in that graveyard seat, so all in all, the appointment gets a thumbs-up, albeit tentatively.
Let’s face it, nobody in the North East wanted Pardew anywhere near Newcastle, and acceptance of Brian McDermott was far from universal in Reading back in September.
All we can do is strap ourselves in for the ride, get behind the big man and enjoy!
If it results in us genuinely looking forward to a 3pm kick-off on a Saturday afternoon for the first time in an age, it will do for me.