|a sad potato|
Connor now has to be evaluated at the end of the season along with the playing squad to see who keeps their jobs, and that meeting will definitely go well. As long as you don't hear any gun shots they might still be playing next year but poor Terry Connor's reputation disappeared the minute Wolves upper management realised that they didn't have anyone else's phone number except Mick McCarthy.
Brannigan: "Don't blame yourself, Kif. We were doomed from the start. Nothing remains now but for the captain to go down with his ship."
Kif: "Why that's surprisingly noble of you, sir."
Brannigan: "No. It's noble of you, Kif! As of now, you're in command."
Brannigan: "Congratulations, captain!"