Dick Knight's appearance on Saturday's post-match radio phone-in provided a full and frank exchange of opinions between the Albion chairman and supporters.

The previous day on the club's web site, Knight compared himself to Winston Churchill in 1945. Having won the war, he was then cast aside by the electorate in the general election of that year.

He said back then the British public had short memories and that that trait was now shared by some Albion fans.

Back in 1997, Knight and his consortium were welcomed with open arms, having saved the club.

But with respect, after Bill Archer, Saddam Hussein would have been carried shoulder-high around the Goldstone if he had taken over.

Knight's consortium had a clear mandate from the Albion supporters. They were promised one person would never have total control again.

But in some ways, and almost unknowingly, Knight has become just that person.

Like Harry Grout in Porridge, nothing goes on without his say-so, from designing the kit and signing loan players to awarding players' contracts.

What is the plan if something suddenly happened to Dick? Albion, in the current format, would be like a rudderless ship. Who would be there to pick up the pieces?

How much of Dick's workload should be the remit of chief executive Martin Perry and other paid employees at the club?

On the subject of the chief executive, an interesting point was raised on the internet this week. If Martin Hinshelwood fails with the team he will inevitably be sacked. Pray God it doesn't happen, but if the Falmer project falls through, will Perry go the same way?

Hopefully, come May, both will still be in a job.

Even though he has been there for only five years of Albion's 101-year history, Dick is a big part of Albion folklore. Before The Argus postman complains about a bad back from a heavy mailbag, I must emphasis I want Dick to continue as Albion chairman for as long as he wants to. But he cannot do it on his own.

He must seek help from within the boardroom and look for further investment, otherwise his Albion dream could turn into a nightmare long before the season ends.

Whether people like it or not, he will be judged on the end product, not everything he has achieved so far during his time at the Albion.

Forget Falmer for now, that is at least three years down the line. First Division survival is the priority. I believe that with the correct funding, Martin Hinshelwood is the man to deliver that. The question is will he get a real chance?

Last week I had the privilege of attending the Boxing Writers' Dinner at the Savoy Hotel in London (£9.50 for a pint of lager). I had a great night out and met the likes of John Conteh, Billy Walker, Alan Minter, Audley Harrison and Lennox Lewis.

With my Dad hat firmly on, I asked Lennox for an autograph for my son, Sam. Although not a big boxing buff (he is only seven), Sam knows who Lewis is, although that has probably got more to do with the Playstation game, Knockout Kings, than watching him on television.

Anyway, I walked into my lounge the next morning, managed to prise his attention away from Scooby Doo and showed him the prized signature. Uninterested is probably the best word to describe his reaction.

Is it me or is the youth of today losing the plot when it comes to things of culture? Lennox Lewis? Only Scooby Doo is a knockout according to Sam.