So he’s gone, or ‘that’s it really’ in the words of our late Gaffer. Paint it any way you want – Mowbray’s stoicism and integrity wouldn’t allow him to fight a losing battle; Mowbray realised that SISU value penury too highly to pay him off; Mowbray misses Middlesbrough and its inimitable socioeconomic decay – but whoever’s up there has readjusted their magnifying glass for the hundredth time, focused it on the homeless, soulless, academy-less, once great club, that is sat without a win at the bottom of the third division, and decided to scorch it once more with the ultimate ignominy: a managerial resignation. He’s taken us to the jaws of hell, and yet he gets to wave us a fare-thee-well and bop on his merry way like we’re some clingy one night stand. Perhaps it’s Mowbray’s version of the I’ve-taken-the-club-as-far-as-I-can cliché.