Instead of wandering around in the three OK, five pine trees of the City crisis day and night, it would be better to think about this circumstance. Wolverhampton appoints Vitor Pereira as their new coach. You've heard of him, of course. A loud, memorable name - like Vladimir Fedorov. Previous place of work - Al Shebab (KSA). Before that - Flamengo. Three months. Before that - Corinthians. Nine months.

This is the third Portuguese to be called up by the world's strongest league, the main recruiter of exceptional coaching competencies. There are two Germans, one Italian. This is really something to think about. How did it happen that a nation which 300 years ago abandoned the world stage and became the eternal western outskirts of Europe, a refuge for English pensioners and lonely European wanderers with a sad, fado-like look, suddenly declared itself in the art of intellectual management in the most popular world culture after cinema.

The 93rd human resource in the world-between Azerbaijan and Papua New Guinea. An important football nation, of course, but not Holland-not a single World Cup final. And today a football coach from Portugal sounds about like a Flemish artist in the 17th century. Victor Pereira, you say? We take it!