Graham Potter's last public act as a West Ham manager was to smile and laugh about the latest internet memes poking fun at his troubles in East London. It was, sadly, a moment of levity that came too late.
Potter spent too much of his time at his third Premier League football club carrying the weight of the world publicly on his shoulders. Glowering, simmering and, ultimately, struggling. Failing.
West Ham was the wrong club for Potter. It felt like that from the moment he ended his long exile post-Chelsea by accepting the role.