The pendulum of popular opinion swinging above Nigel Pearson’s head must need regular oiling such is the frequency of its sways.
On Sunday the Leicester City boss left Humberside with a ringing endorsement from his own fans, jubilant after collecting three precious Premier League points.
I doubt whether he takes such a show of loyalty and praise for granted.
After all, speaking as an East Midlander, you have to go a long way to impress us.
Pearson may seem to many journalists as exciting to interview as a freshly-painted wall, but I have a lot of time for him. Vastly more time than a noisy section of City supporters it appears.
If his future at the King Power was determined by how valued he felt, you’d easily forgive Pearson for boarding the first train and heading elsewhere for employment.
When Pearson went up before the football beak last month charged with insulting a fan, his response was dignified and principled.
He had little option but to accept the charge, but did so while standing by his actions; Pearson felt he was right to defend himself and his players against criticism he felt was unfair and unjust. I agree.
Supporters pay their money and have a right to question and criticise. I’m fully behind that.
But there are certain fans who go along to matches hellbent on spreading their gospel of doom and gloom before a ball has been kicked.
Having gathered up all of their frustration accrued from the working week they unleash a fearful torrent of negativity and bile against both sets of players, opposition fans, referee, linesmen, managers, ballboys, hotdog sellers, you name it.
Most of us have had one or two stuck in the row behind us. We have traipsed away at quarter-to-five nursing a towering headache thanks to the constant moans and bellows from the negative know-it-all.
In the days of terracing, there was an easy escape, but all-seater stadiums giftwrapped a captive audience for the griper-in-chief.
Most of the City fans I know laugh off the out-out brigade, labelling BBC Radio Leicester’s fans phone-in as ‘the moan-in’.
Middle ground and shades of grey are strangers to them. It’s sack him, the team is hopeless, or saints preserve him, we’re going to win the Champions League.
One bad result and you’re useless and fit only to de-filth the boots; a win and you’re untouchable.
Many called for Pearson’s head after a slow start to last season. If only these pearls of wisdom could have been recorded and played back to their red-faced perpetrators at the title party.
The source of such short-term thinking and pompous sneering is, perhaps, clear.
Many handsomely-paid TV and radio pundits, mostly retired pros, spout the exact same inconsistent tripe.
Unhindered by the nuisance of original thought, they are given carte blanche to dish out, unchallenged, tabloid headline-screaming nonsense.
I’d urge any Leicester fans who see the replacement of a manager as the cure-all solution to use a little of what the pundits lack: perspective.
Cardiff, Fulham and Norwich all sacked their manager last season - managers in Fulham’s case - and all dropped out of the Premier Division with a whimper.
The grass on the other side may appear greener, it may even occasionally prove more fertile, but until you know what the alternative is, be careful what you wish for.