Well, if Cockunone is not coming but retired from the NT duties for good - and thank you for him for his reliable and diligent services, one fine man and an embodiment of traditional virtues of the Finnish Way, a true Lion Knight - I can tentatively give a green card to Mr. Koivu (as if anybody gave a f***!) as the unquestionable, firm and steady Leader and Master of the puppets and puppies (btw Granny famously has this startling similarity of look with Chucky the doll or something which actually, when you think about it, only adds to his strange golden boyish charisma; respectively the Carolina slick hand duo, both!, somebow and each in his own personal way manage to remind me of puppies, ain’t this odd and funny coincidence, guys?). But I said a green card (as if anyone gave a f***!), not a carte blanche, i.e., not an open mandate to use his high authority and superior leader status irresponsibly, anyway he wants in his (nonexistent) whims and without any check, internal or external, so doing unintentionally or not paralyzing all the young guns and their creative initiatives and stimuli in favour of ”more structured” and more rigorous game.
Now that you will read this anyhow while pondering whether to join Larry ”last days in the office for some ironic reason” Berry Hill’s youthful bunch of puppies & puppets or not, Mr. Koivu, undeniable Captain Finland with dead serious outlook and rigid dry stern voice in a desparate need for some urgent oiling, let me say this to You and Your undivided attention: Excercise Your Authority with great care and deepest precaution like a caring eagle owl or rather pure white swan father who gently but firmly guides and encourages his off-spring to open their still wet and fragile wings and fly on their own for the very first time in the thin air so that they can travel alongside their master captain when the time comes, not as inferiors but as fair equals, side by side (though probably, while going through some rough patches, also in a more disciplined skein formation if navigational needs dictate this) all the way to the golden land of promise far away no matter how close and close by no matter how far (since this is the nature of this golden land and all of them, if you didn’t know) there somewhere where golden boughs bear golden ripe fruit and gentle breeze cools soft and smooth (and even more vulnerable) skin. I say: Do not shut nor steal the Sun from the eager young flock under your high command, do not hide their rising stars from the Shine, themselves shining, do not keep them in the bay, in the deep shadows of your vast wingspan. Instead: Let them fly and they will. Let them rise and they will. Let them have faith and they will . (Yes, some of them, the most daring rascals, might burn tips of their feathers rising too high too soon but they will not fall nor fail if they may but learn they will and they will learn fast. If Icarus fell once in the Sea flying too close to the Sun he did it with borrowed wings and borrowed confidence also known as hubris.)
Now, Mr. Koivu, ask yourself if you can truly do promise and keep it and let the fly boys do their thing and fly, fly and shine free as birds of youth on the blue and white spring sky in the bright sunlight (foretelling Victory), not shrink and shiver under your restrictive voice and stern watch in the deep shadows of your larger than life figure. If yes, go for it and stamp your ticket. Otherwise - forget about it! I mean it.