How unfortunate to have a name with such a headline-hitting anagram. I refer, of course, to Neil Warnock, or Colin to many football supporters.
In his post match interview after his side, QPR went down to a goal to nothing at Carrow Road he cast his first hex. By calling Grant Holt's "gamesmanship" into debate over legality and doubting the officials' ability to spot when they are being conned, every referee since has erred on the side of blunders when judging if Grant Holt is impeded.
Now, as the business gets down to the real nitty gritty, Colin must look about and be very worried indeed. Last season will tell him that Norwich are not only capable of scoring after their opponents have all but headed into the dressing rooms, but that Paul Lambert's team is very capable indeed of shutting out all other distractions and overhauling a team that was, last season, nine points ahead. His seven is a paltry sum.
Not only he knows it, but so do his players. So what is left for Colin to do? Mind games. Warnock is good at that. And it is almost always aimed at Norwich, somehow.
There was the time he stormed out of Carrow Road after refusing to shaked Nigel Worthington's hand.
So how is he able to unsettle the most settled side in the title race? Tell the world he is interested in signing Grant Holt. Make Holty wonder about where his future is to be next season. Yes, it is still to be written in stone, but who can tell if Holty might be turning things over in his mind instead of concentrating on the job in hand.
That is where Warnock is foiled again. Grant Holt will be focusing on one game at a time with one eye cocked at holding more silverware aloft. In a city where he is, as the terrace song goes, "f***ing loved".