Wake up and smell the roses, Raymond
When in a hole, stop digging. Keen gardener and all as he is, Raymond Kennedy was seriously found wanting in the sage department in the death throes of his Presidency.
It was pitiful this week to see blow after blow land on a man so desperate to cling on to his grand title that he could not see he was an emperor without clothes.
The trademark skewed judgement and flawed decision making that landed him in Northern Ireland football's costliest mess endured to the bitter end.
At least he had the ounce of wit to forego his return to South Africa for tonight's World Cup Final.
Instead, he will potter with his plants at home in Limavady, feeling hard done by.
As hard done by as it’s possible to be, contemplating a year at football's top table, travelling the world as our man at FIFA and UEFA.
For the full story, see this week's Sunday Life.