So suddenly we are all Phil Collins fans.
The howls of the Wolves unfaithful have been loud and not so proud. An Express and Star poll recently showed that Kenny Jackett could not even garner five per cent of the popular vote to become the next Wolves boss. One suspects Kenny Hibbitt would have fared better.
It will undoubtedly add to the feeling that once again supporters have been reduced to helpless bystanders to the latest Waterloo Road car crash. But let’s not pretend this appointment is the latest affront to reason.
They do say even a blind squirrel finds a nut once in a while. Admittedly, the saying does not document the harvesting habits of malevolent weasels. And, against the backdrop of assumed incompetence, any appointment would – and arguably should – be met with scepticism.
A bit like Groucho Marx and his membership habits, a manager who survives several interviews with Messrs Morgan and Moxey is one instinctively to be avoided. It is certainly the opposite of reassuring.
But Jackett deserves our support. At the very least, he doesn’t deserve animosity. While Stale Solbakken was an ambitious appointment with obvious pitfalls and the decisions to turn to Terry Connor and Dean Saunders were clear signs of a football club hell-bent on self-destruction, this doesn’t wreak of recklessness.
Other options may have offered more glamour. Perhaps there was a miracle cure from abroad or a bright young thing in the lower leagues. Clearly there was an arch self-publicist in Owen Coyle ready to sell dreams of passing football if only you’d be willing to overlook events in the Bolton area in recent years.
In contrast, Jackett appears an unassuming fellow who has built his reputation on quiet competence. While headline-grabbing highs have not been his forte, nothing in his CV suggests disaster imminent. And make no mistake, two seasons too late, Wolves are now in the crisis-aversion business.
For the gambler who is willing to stake ever more outlandish bets in the forlorn hope of clawing back his winnings, the appointment of Jackett might feel like an admission of defeat. In truth, it’s the first sign indication in a long time of this football club facing up to reality.
Wolves fans may have been through too much too soon to be anything other than pessimistic. But this is a baby step back towards normality after a maddening 18 months.
Perhaps the No Jacket Required fans among us would be better served listening to track three of that album: Long Long Way To Go.