Sometimes the best thing for people involved in football to say is nothing.
Seldom is anything tangible gained on the field from words said off it, aside from teeth marks where they have been bitten by them.
So it proved for two of Aberdeen’s most prominent representatives, who poked their heads above the parapet in honesty and candour inadvertently exposed lower regions to the chomping fangs of fate.
Bojan Miovski can hardly be criticised for declaring his hope to finish the season as the Premiership’s top scorer. One would be more concerned about a centre-forward announcing he did not anticipate being able to continue converting chances at his current rate.
Only in Scotland would such anodyne confidence in one’s basic professional competence be taken as a direct knock on the strikers of certain other clubs. Only Scotland would have the amnesia to portray it as uppity fighting talk mere months after the title was won by Regan Charles-Cook of Ross County.
But however innocent were Miovski’s intentions, they rendered virtually inevitable the extraordinary boorach which set off Saturday’s calamitous chain of events.
One of the few opportunities which could genuinely be described as harder to miss than score, Aberdeen would surely have taken the lead had Miovski simply allowed Jayden Richardson’s cutback to hit him.
From his elevated viewpoint, Jim Goodwin may at this point have spotted that what was coming to hit him was the train of ill-fortune.
Banished for what were essentially accurate thoughts on an act of a player who subsequently became a national hero in Krakow and fired his club into the top-three spot coveted by the Dons with two match-winning goals, Goodwin’s luck was assuredly out.
So outlandish was the final result, there is little more to be said about it. Back, silently, to work.