Mick McCarthy is solidifying his reputation among the best Irish managers working in England today: his Ipswich team are joint top of the Championship with four wins from four, in spite of the relative shoestring budget he is working with.
This week marks the fortieth anniversary of McCarthy's debut as a player, which he made with Barnsley. His longevity as a manager is remarkable: this year marks a quarter-century on the sideline for McCarthy. In an industry as cut-and-thrust as football management, it is a phenomenal achievement by McCarthy.
He has become increasingly outspoken about the caprices of the game, and naturally, social media has fallen within his contemptuous gaze.
Asked about Twitter by journalist Tom Cary of The Telegraph, McCarthy replied with characteristic scorn:
Am I fuck [interested in joining Twitter]. Twitter? Not a chance. Can you imagine? I'd either have 700 billion followers or I'd be put in prison. Why would I want to do that? If someone came on giving me abuse, it would degenerate very quickly.
You know yourself when you're having a tough time. You don't need someone who, by the way, might never have kicked a ball, who might weight 25 stone, who couldn't get off his chair, who has never coached, telling you you're shite.
No. It would annoy me too much. Fuck off.
Read the full interview here. McCarthy doesn't suffer fools gladly.