Let’s suppose for one moment certain punters are right. That the straight-talking Tim Sherwood figures on the City wish-list.
It is purely for argument’s sake.
Long, long gone are the days when the local reporters are summoned to the chairman’s suite at the back of the River End to be told that the manager hasn’t resigned yet, ‘but just give me a few minutes…’
But let’s say he’s the one – where does that leave Mike Phelan?
It is the one thing I can’t quite get my head round; how the former Old Trafford No2 sits in terms of events of late.
And I am quite happy to believe – for now – Mick’s assertion that he remains no ‘shoe in’ to take Neil Adams’ place in the hot seat.
But there are certain realities to the managerial merry-go-round as practiced in the 21st Century.
One is that everyone comes with a team. At the very top of the tree that team extends right down to the Assistant Third Masseuse. But even at Norwich’s level, a ‘Team Tim’ will in every likelihood include his own man for head coach.
Which, presumeably, would then see the luckless Phelan following Adams out of the door at Colney – little more than eight weeks after he arrived.
An exit that, likewise, will come with a hefty severance bill attached. It could be the most rewarding two months of Phelan’s career.
Of course, pressure might be applied to ensure that he is part of the back-room staff; he comes as part of the package.
Which is one way of going forward. But that – in the tightly-knit confines of a dressing room – is not an ideal scenario. Football politics being such as they are, he will inevitably be perceived as someone else’s eyes and ears.
Whether or not that is the reality, the perception will be there from the start.
So, again, in the interests of a clean slate, a fresh start and a new broom, I’m not a great fan of Team Tim plus MP. It smacks of a bodge job.
The other scenario, of course, is that Phelan gets the big gig himself.
He can hardly be overly-blamed for Adams’ fall from grace; though I would strongly agree with the sentiments of those beyond Norfolk that see little disgrace in being seventh at Christmas on your first season out of the top flight.
But, moving on…
Should Phelan prove to be the chosen one, then his arrival was what Adams might have feared all along – that he was a manager in waiting; that Adams himself was a dead man walking. One more slip and he would be out.
It is, obviously, a huge decision for all concerned.
But I’m not sure it is made any easier by the whole MP situation.
Personally? I think I would sway to young and hungry. Fire in the belly.
But then I would apply that rule of thumb to the dressing room, too.
I wouldn’t be too averse to someone from the continent. But then having already ‘scoured Europe’ the once last summer, there can’t be that much out there, right?
My money – for the very little that it is worth – would be on Phelan.
He has the clear ambition; as a No2 to Sir Alex, his record is top dollar.
The big question mark is whether a great No2 can become a great No1; equally, in the current febrile mood amongst the supporters whether every section of Carrow Road will give him the time to make that transition.
Patience is not the biggest of virtues in the age of the message board and the hash tag.
We will see. But, as ever, there is never a dull moment down by the banks of the Wensum.