The return of Kevin Keegan to Tyneside certainly buried the bad news on Fabio Capello for the FA (I always wondered what happened to Jo Moore; she's alive and well and working in the next office to Brian Barwick in Soho Square).
Unfortunately, for little Havant and Waterlooville, it also buried the good news about them.
The greatest night in the history of the Conference South side was washed away under a tidal wave of black and white bullshit, submerged under wall-to-wall headlines about the Third Coming, the Talk of the Toon and even, believe it or not, God on the Tyne (thanks to the religious affairs correspondent at the Sun for that one).
By any normal standards the defeat of Swansea - and the prospect of a fourth round FA Cup tie at Liverpool - was the sports story of the day. Newspapers should have hailed the achievement of the impossible; not documented the inevitable.
I would have bet my house on Keegan going back to Newcastle. His carefully choreographed populism will always strike a chord there and it also makes commercial sense for the club judging by the queues around Gallowgate on the night of his Coming.
In any case, there is probably no-one else around stupid enough to take the job on.
No excuses then, for this morning's multi-page documentation on the life and times of a multi-failed football manager.
Like Kevin Keegan, we have all been there, done that and bought the Toon shirt.
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