Oh dear. Not so long ago we loved them. The Kings' Arms, Blackpool. A bunch of beer bellied no hopers swapping the Sunday Pub League for a season in the Prem, managed by the lovable talking scarecrow Wurzle Holloway.
Now look at them! Olly has gone and taken all the club's charm with him. Instead, Blackpool have recruited the self anointed guvnor Paul Ince, a legend in his own jock strap.
It takes a lot for me to want Warnock to come out on top in a managerial head to head. Yes, I would always back him to gore Benny Benitez but the Spanish heifer fighter apart, I would wish any other manager to emerge the victor - except Ince!
Why has he been given the job? Maybe it is something to do with his son. Or maybe Blackpool fancy a big name draw for their end of the pier show. It's certainly got nothing to do with Ince's record as a manager over the last 4 to 5 years. Fans of Blackburn, Notts County and MK Dons would all happily supply a reference and it would consist of just one word: Shit.
And that one word sums him up as far as all West Ham fans are concerned too!
So, here's hoping Warnock can gloat after tonight's game. I'll write his script for him: "I didn't win 53 caps for England, and neither did I play for great clubs like West Ham United, Manchester United, Inter Milan and Liverpool, but I know how to manage a team of yard dogs better than any fancy dan gold bracelet wearing ponce from London."