Apparently one of the in written rules of losing a manager is that you win your next game convincingly. But saying that, Blackpool do not normally play to convention.
The set up of the team was a familiar one, with Sylvestre starting ahead of the injured Osbourne the only change. A subtle change may have been afoot with Ince initially seeming to operate on the left?
A nervy few minutes ensued before the Seasiders succumbed to a cross from Coutts to Robinson who, as we would expect, was given acres of space and time as the Blackpool defence stared on.
Blackpool slowly started to look lively, Phillips whipped in for GTF who was denied by the toe of Keogh. GTF again was gifted a chance by smart interchange from the Gallic duo - Sylvestre and Grandin, but again missed out.
The inevitable counter ensued, Coutts cross found Brayford, a right back who had not scored for two years who suddenly decided he fancied being Lionel Messi, striking a sweet ball last Gilks.
Blackpool then looked ragged as they seemed to pray for half time. The Heseltine-haired Hughes undertaking a mazy run through the defence may have made it three.
A brief glimmer of hope after half time. A penalty for a dubious hand ball, slotted away by Ince. Moments later a mistake by Marinez allowed Robinson through to then nutmeg Gilks. It was one of those days.
The rout was completed as Sammon also decided to start scoring. He has hit his second since September.
Blackpool crumbled and the team looked as though they had lost a talisman. Indeed they have. The porous defence seemed worse than ever. If Broadfoot is the answer, then what is the question?
A poor performance, but only to be expected from a shell shocked team.
A big week now awaits Blackpool. It is time for leadership and courage. Will Karl Oyston deliver that, or will be subject to dither and bluff?