The Piper at Kemble was particularly breathtaking as it passed between the two parked Airbuses, could have been a very different outcome. Apparently if you conjugate the verb "to control" it goes;
I have control
You have control
We have control
Nobody has control
Most of the light fixed wing prangs seems to be rooted in a sworn, lifelong pledge "I will never go around once any part of my airframe has touched the surface".