Mick curses his luck

The Irish Times - Monday - Sport - - Soccer -

Ip­swich Town’s 3-0 win over Pre­ston on Satur­day lifted them to sev­enth in the Cham­pi­onship, just a point off the play­off places, so the mood among their sup­port­ers was a lit­tle brighter than the Satur­day be­fore when, unim­pressed by the per­for­mance against Bur­ton Al­bion, they ser­e­naded their gaffer with chants along the lines of “Mick McCarthy, your foot­ball is s***”.

McCarthy’s con­tract at the club is up at the end of the sea­son, so he’s ad­vised the dis­grun­tled faith­ful, as only McCarthy could, to hang tight. “Un­less some­body de­cides other­wise, you’ve got me, bor­ing old big nose **** ing fart with shite foot­ball un­til May.”

He sub­se­quently kind-of apol­o­gised to “sen­si­tive peo­ple I’ve up­set” for his fruity lan­guage, con­ced­ing he was a “bel­liger­ent f***”, so was on his best be­hav­iour af­ter Satur­day’s game for which he made six changes to his team.

East Anglian Daily Times: “When it was put to him that there had been some crit­i­cism of his team selec­tion in mid­week, he replied: “I just avoided swear­ing then. What would have come af­ter ‘I don’t give . . .?” Never change, Mick.

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