What price bravery?
It will never happen in a billion years but what if Dennis Wise, Kevin Keegan and Mike Ashley lifted the lid on just why Newcastle United are hanging on the edge of the Premier League cliff?
Brian Clough and Don Revie had the bottle to go head to head on TV to talk about their differences in 1974 with the famous spat highlighted in Cloughie's movie which is currently dominating big screens around the country.
These days the prospect of such a frank exchange of views on live TV seem impossible.
As it stands Newcastle are dangling dangerously above the drop with many fans having already thrown in the towel and fully expecting to drop into the Championship.
With fury burning strong in the air on Tyneside this is going to get worse before it gets better.
In my lifetime the only time I've witnessed teams, at all levels, achieving success - including staying up - is when hope and confidence come together with a leader that is braver than his players guiding them along the way - or at least that is the example he must put across.
And with Joe Kinnear's input likely to be minimal at best in the next few weeks, Chris Hughton is going to have to be brave.
He was brave enough to axe Michael Owen.
He was also brave enough to take on the job, albeit as caretaker.
But now Hughton is going to have to show bucketloads of bottle to get Newcastle out of the brown stuff because at the moment we are ankle deep.
Bravery must be displayed in the next three games by going for it against Chelsea, Stoke and Spurs because only victories count now for Newcastle.
Many have already written the chances of staying up off.
And the longer Newcastle go putting all their eggs in one basket (beating Pompey, Fulham and Boro then finding something at Stoke), the more inevitable going down will become.
To think that we were once celebrating being 1-0 up at Old Trafford this season and beating them in their own backyard.
To think that at Coventry we dared to think it could be our year in the Carling Cup before KK was told moments after the full-time whistle that James Milner was on his way.
That's all history now.
The reality is the fat lady is getting warmed up as we speak.