Given the number of variations that have already done the rounds, I think I'll just stick with 'OJ' for the purposes of this piece.
It is, after all, a Monday morning.
But as the world and his wife mull over the Class of '08-09 as assembled in pretty impressive fashion by Glenn Roeder and Co this summer, 'OJ' is the one that intrigues me more than most.
Arturo Lupoli apart, the rest of Roeder's full-time signings have that 'In-betweenie…' air about them.
No bad thing given that most appear to occupy that welcome middle ground between the bottom half of the Premiership and the top half of the Championship – as opposed, of course, to the middle ground between the bottom half of the Championship and the top half of League One where you might have found, say, an Ian Murray on a good day.
John Kennedy is a bit of a punt in terms of his wretched injury record; Dejan Stefanovic has a welcome air of authority about him; Sammy Clingan just looks solid in a Gary Holt-esque way; Wes Hoolahan looks destined for bigger and better things. He may yet prove one up from an 'In-betweenie…'
The two loan full-backs are straight out of the new Premiership breed in that they are quick, athletic, eager and hungry. In short, something akin to an Ashley Cole before he found Sheryl.
Lupoli is an interesting one. Having now spoken to the lad, you can see where Roeder's 'He's got that Italian professionalism…' line came from. He was measured, polite, thoughtful and clearly no fool.
And as such knows that Treviso was a wasted year; that lacking the physical presence of a Vieri or a Mutu his chances of making much of a dent in Serie A are going to be limited; Italian football simply doesn't do the kind of pace and space in which someone of Lupoli's ilk can flourish.
It is all too confined; too close for his natural comfort.
And on the basis of being no-one's fool, he knows exactly what the Championship offers – the biggest shop window for Premiership scouts. Ten goals by Christmas and there might be some interesting conversations being had re where the Fiorentina 21-year-old is plying his trade next summer.
But it is 'OJ' that is the real wild card this autumn.
He will, undoubtedly, be raw. Unpredictable; prone to a mistake a game. He may not see the bigger pictures for a little while.
But, in many ways, that matters little. The fact is that 18-year-old Gambian teenagers with an eye for goal and an ability to float across the ground are pretty much exactly where the global game is at right now.
I think we might have joked about it before, but there's always been an argument that the Canaries would be better served opening a satellite centre in the suburbs of the Gambian capital of Banjul than they would be opening one in Potters Bar in the leafy suburbs of north London.
Because – by and large – there ain't the hunger out there in this country; not any more. And whilst there might still be all the natural ability anyone would need to make it as a Championship footballer, nine times out of ten UK teenagers come with big attitudes attached.
There are exceptions to every rule. Of course. And attitudes can come in all shapes and sizes – and in all colours, too. For without straying too much off the 'PC' path, 'attitude' isn't the preserve of the black, urban, hip-hop crew – you can lay the attitude question at the feet of at least two white boys from Fakenham and Beccles, both of whom have ability to burn.
The reality is – as Roeder pointed out after the Colchester game – to perform at the kind of level he is expecting, the kids need to come to the table with real hunger, real desire, real determination.
And that, you imagine, is what 'OJ' brings to the table. His heroes will be your Drogbas and your Essiens; players that have dug themselves out of a grindingly poor, West African background to find fame and fortune in the English Premiership. They have the ability, the attitude and, above all, the physique to flourish given the power and the pace of the English game.
Ambrose Mendy has been accused of many things in the past, but the bloke is no fool. He's also Gambian. And he knows he is sitting on a rich gold mine of talent out there in the Gambia – providing, of course, the reports are to be believed that Nigel Benn's one-time representative is now the man to ask about Gambian footballers.
Ditto John Fashanu. Many things, but no fool. Where's he? Running his own football talent reality TV show out of the Nigerian capital of Lagos. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to work out the dream that Fash is dangling in front of these Nigerian kids. And, unlike Big Brother, it is not about getting their face on TV. It is about getting on a plane to Europe with their football boots packed.
Harry Redknapp has, of course, also been accused of many things in the past. None have ever been proved. But he's no fool.
Fools don't win the FA Cup. He knows a player. Always has.
That's why the fuss and the performance that has probably gone on in digging 'OJ' out of Gambia and then into the UK with a wife and a work permit suddenly attached merely suggests one thing – the kid's a player. A real, hungry prospect.
A rough African diamond unearthed in the back streets of Banjul that Redknapp wants his old pal Glenn to polish up for a season. And then he'll unleash him on the Premiership.
His arrival in this neck of the woods is fascinating. He's the one that should excite. Because – for better or worse – OJ is where football is at right now. That's the nature of the beast; that's who you need and what you do to get on. And that's the genius of Redknapp. He knows a player. And he does what it takes.