One of the occupational hazards of being a football writer - or any kind of sports reporter for that matter - is that more often than not you will find yourself in a manager's bad book.

It's just a fact of the job and both sides generally accept it for better or for worse. You could call it a kind of marriage of inconvenience.

But maybe my relationship with one particular manager is improving:

Him: "I saw you walking to the ground today"
Me: "You didn't stop to pick me up though did you!"
Him: "That's right"
Me: "Still at least you didn't drive through a puddle and drench me"
Him: "No, but I thought about it!"

Compared to the manager who once threatened to have my fingers chopped off I'd say that we are getting on swimmingly.

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