The people of Portsmouth
were tonight out celebrating in scenes the like of which have not been witnessed
since VE Day, the opening day of Gales Winter Brew season or the last Spice
Girls tour. Yes, after much heartbreak and suffering, Pompey fans are at
last free of the man affectionately known as F*ckwit.
Since his appointment as manager, the man who once taught Maradona a footballing lesson he'll never forget led Pompey in 135 league games, winning a phenomenal 47 of them. This season, not content with taking the club to a first round Coca-Cola Cup exit at the hands of mighty Peterborough, he led Pompey to the dizzy heights of 24th in Division One.
And it's no small wonder that Pompey have had such a marvellous season under F*ckwit's leadership because, in his own words, Pompey "have a squad that is the envy of every other manager". And, of course, if Pompey should ever slip from the high standards that F*ckwit sets, it's not the manager's fault, it's those "impatient" fans, always getting on the teams' backs, that are to blame. The trouble is, "fans expect things to change overnight".
Mr. F*ckwit leaves behind over 8,000 disgruntled fans, a tactically naïve team devoid of any confidence whatsoever and a legacy of mindnumbingly stupid quotes.
[ Two months into the season, lying second from bottom and six defeats in a row] "If we can tighten things up defensively I think we will start to pick a few results up"
[During our spell of 13 games without a win] "For a team that are struggling we are playing some unbelievable fooball"