You’ve got to have some major moxy to be a football manager.
If things are going well, you’re the best-loved person at a club.
But if things aren’t so great, you could find yourself surrounded by thousands of people chanting for your resignation – not just in the stands but also online, in letters to the editor, and in the local pubs.
My ego is too fragile to be able to cope with that sort of pressure, and hats off to anyone who takes up the job going at Pompey.
It must be one of the hardest clubs to manage – our ambitions are large, because we feel we are entitled to be at least two leagues higher than we are.
Disappointment, therefore, is a constant companion of the Pompey fan.