It is the Peter Taylor, I think. Isn't it?

It's just that we had a Peter Taylor before. He was quite good. Lasted two seasons and finished up fourth of what is now Division Two.

Most people are hoping for slightly better from Peter the Second. Confidence is oozing, people are purring, supporters are swaggering. It's all most strange.

For years, supporting the Albion was something you did from behind the sofa, clutching a hanky and waiting for something terrible to happen. We expected Micky to naff off and he did. History has conditioned me to expect a run of poor results now and for a whole field of rare orchids to be discovered on the Downs near Falmer.

But perhaps I'm wrong. Perhaps things are now getting better for ever. Perhaps it's 1976 again. Come to think of it, when it was last 1976 Peter Taylor was the manager and within three years we were playing Man U. The omens are lining up.

In fact, every single one of the callers who managed to briefly interrupt Wednesday evening's Ian Hart Show on SCR seemed certain that Division One was round the corner.

And take last weekend. At Huddersfield we were definitely going to get a draw. Max. I travelled north resigned to it. The weekend was good, Tuesday night in Swansea a bonus - congrats to the magnificent 80 who travelled down - and Wednesday brought us the first manager in years who actually speaks Southern. I don't actually believe him when he says that he's just here to manage the side that Micky built. He will gradually reconstruct the team and that will involve selling people.

Leicester's desire to sign Brighton hotshot Zamora certainly got a big enough airing last week, presumably because a leading member of the Midlands club's management team had invested time and effort on the phone to the national tabloids. The secret of successful wallpaper stripping is to soak the ghastly old flock in water for a while and the leading member of the Midlands club's management team is clearly applying the same principle prior to trying to scrape BHZ off our wall.

I can't see him succeeding, partly because Leicester would have to sell someone (is it Muzzy?) before handing the Albion £3m but also because Bobby is much too good for some crummy old collection of never-will-be's who right now look sure bets for at least one day trip to Cleethorpes next season.

Most of us have now completely forgotten that England looked ordinary in the first part of their recent fixture in Munich. I for one recall nothing of it. We were brilliant all 90 minutes. But something closer to home stirs. Something in the deepest recess of the rearmost backwater of the semi-conscience reminds me that before he brought us the good times Micky was pretty darn keen on route one.

If in trouble hoof it was his early-days mantra when, side-by-side with a famous ex-employee of Wimbledon FC, he would instruct his men to imagine that each league fixture was actually an SAS kickaround, with the emphasis on the first syllable of that word.

Well, Leicester are in trouble and Micky is back in harness with a Wimbledon old boy and in the circumstances Bobby's agent would be serving his client well in recommending an avoidance of the battlefields of the East Midlands.

Bobby could be ours for a while longer yet. With an England-insider running the Albion, staying put might be the best move he could make.