Whatever your precise opinion of Neil Warnock, the man has most definitely secured his niche as one of English football’s most persistent pantomime villains.
The Cardiff City boss is loathed by opposing fans up and down the leagues, thanks to his sustained commitment to referee barracking, scowling touchline pontification and of course his trademark line in both passive and overtly aggressive post-match diatribes.
Now aged 68, Warnock was in reflective mood during an appearance on Goals on Sunday this past weekend, discussing his long career to date and even making plans for his own sporting eulogy.
Indeed, he politely requested that, upon his eventual passing, the football world pay tribute by forgoing the standard minute’s silence in favour of something a little more befitting:
When I pass away, I don’t want any silence or clapping – just a minute’s booing at clubs that hated me.
The magnificent shit-housing bastard. You’ve just got to love begrudgingly respect him.
