We should not be too surprised by the idea of a Venky's-Roy Keane double act at Blackburn It would be a lot more entertaining than any of the football served up under the hapless previous incumbent of the Ewood Park technical area. But then maybe we should not be too surprised by the idea of a Venky's/Keane double act. After all, this is the Championship we are talking about, a competition that is rapidly revealing itself as the most bonkers around. And as a result the most compulsive viewing. The Championship, where results are so unpredictable that Brighton were top of the table last week, then promptly lost at home to Birmingham, four days after Birmingham lost 5-0 at home to Barnsley, who on Wednesday night lost at home to bottom-of-the-table Peterborough. The Championship which boasts in Charlie Austin the leading goalscorer in any of Europe's major leagues with 14 goals in 11 games, but the team he plays for - Burnley - remain rooted in the bottom half. The Championship, in which the Venky folk do not even represent the most impatient owners in the division. While Steve Kean decided to leave with Blackburn lying in third position in the league, Leicester are rumoured to be considering the future of Nigel Pearson while standing in second place. You shudder to think what lies in store for anyone steering their club to the top. Indeed, compared to some of their Championship peers, at times the Blackburn bosses seem almost plausible. This is the league which is home to more than a dozen ownership models which redefine the term dysfunctional. Take Watford, once a coherently run club that accepted the modest possibilities that its means implied, suddenly transformed by new owners into an apparent shop window for Italian players. Take Birmingham, owned by a far eastern conglomerate whose finger twitches permanently over the ejector button; rumours abound of the imminent defenestration of a manager employed only this summer. And all this without even mentioning Leeds, the home of boardroom fog and obfuscation. There are two words which go some way towards explaining the delirium afflicting the division: Premier and League. The proximity to the new riches available in the world's most lucrative football competition have removed the sanity gene from many of those involved. The enticement of more than £50 million a year in guaranteed television income has persuaded owners with little understanding or sympathy for the game to buy into the Championship on the assumption that elevation can be quickly, easily and cheaply achieved. Compared to the price of an established Premier League outfit, a second tier club with potential looks value indeed. And frankly, to an outsider eager to get his hands on the Premier League millions, they all appear to have potential. The arrival of this new money has offset the advantage that latterly accrued to those in receipt of parachute payments. It means this season, the traditional yo-yo clubs no longer dominate. And while the giddy rush for promotion has done little to encourage stability or coherence, for the fan there have been beneficial consequences of the new impatience infecting the division. With no one overwhelmingly strong enough to seize the initiative, with the talent far more democratically distributed than in the senior division, this is now the least predictable competition in the game. Every time you look, the established order has been deliriously overturned. One week Crystal Palace appear to be world beaters. The next, well they look like Crystal Palace. Indeed, while we can safely predict which four outfits will fill the top places in the Premier League come next May, it is possible to foresee any one of a dozen clubs finding themselves in the golden elevator of the Championship promotion zone. Though maybe not Blackburn were they to reach an arrangement with Roy Keane.