I love a scientist with a theory.
My ex-father-in-law’s mate (tenuous, I know) was a lecturer in engineering at a polytechnic, and also a Norwich City fan. Every so often he’d write to the club telling them he’d devised a new approach to tactics based on the differential calculus of loosely-coupled rods and springs. He had computer models of it and everything.
All complete bollocks of course, but because of his professional standing, he eventually got invited to a meeting to present his theory. They soon realised he was off with the fairies and got rid of him as quickly as possible, but from that point on he blamed any bad result on their failure to listen to him.