Time was when your average chairman was a reasonably anonymous figure who's only distinguishable features outside of the smoke-filled, wood-panelled provincial boardroom were his club tie and elasticated waistband.

The early 90s and early-onset Premier League glamour did bring about something of a shift, but Jack Walker was still able to 'buy' the title and have change left over from £20m. Franny Lee might have been a terrace hero, but his fortune was made shifting bog roll. They weren't short of a bob or two, far from it, but they were still a world away from the Sheikhs, oil barons and high-end asylum seekers of modern football.

Times change, but as much as we all pine for a swarthy sugar daddy to come and whisk us off our feet in a blaze of Capital One Cups and Champions League flirtation, the odds aren't great. For every Abramovich there's a Glazers, a Venky's and that bloke at Hull; for every Khaldoon Al Mubarak a Vincent Tan, a Carsten Yeung and the American chaps at Liverpool prior to the current lot.

Even those who have been lucky enough to see their team reach the 'promised land' are generally too busy protesting about the colour of the kit or leveraged debt to actually enjoy themselves. Nicola Cortese himself would have risked a slap if he'd been spotted outside West Quay in the aftermath of Nigel Adkins' sacking...

A year on though, and you'd think the world had ended judging by the fans' reaction. Yes he was great for the club, but he wasn't Rickie Lambert. He was just a chairman, and they come and go, more now than ever.

Maybe we should all spend less time fretting over board structures and share prices and more time focusing on, you know, football matches?

And Pochettino's staying too!

No worries...

And they're not selling any players.

Everything's fine...

Love the new kit.