Some of my more illustrious, better-paid and seriously deluded colleagues in national newspapers will already have rushed to their computer screens to write eulogies about a manager who has won absolutely nothing of note in a lengthy career. Sky TV have already started their luv-in.

But then journalists love a character, especially an English one, and they don't mind confusing an ability to provide humorous soundbites with ability to manage successfully. I am grateful nothing like that could ever happen at Posh, not again anyway,

Still sometimes it's better to be lucky than good and no team could have benefited from more good fortune in one FA Cup campaign than the current Portsmouth team, a boring outfit whose presence in the final has already ensured there will be little in the way of excitement.

Pompey won at Ipswich in the third round after the Championship side suffered a ludicrous sending-off courtesy of a ludicrous referee, they were useless at Preston until winning with a last-minute own goal, their goalkeeper was man-of-the-match in the win over a humble Plymouth side and they managed to find a referee who forgot he was at Old Trafford and failed to honour the tradition that Manchester United must receive every decision in their favour.

And even in the semi-final Pompey were embarrassed by a West Brom side playing within themselves before another set of officials baled them out.

Howard Webb is the best referee in the country by a country mile, but until a Premier League side suffers the sort of blatant injustice at the hands of one of their own referees that are regularly inflicted on Coca-Cola League sides, I refuse to accept that there is not some sort of unconscious bias at work.

AND the final will be one of those occasions when you want both sides to lose, like when Cambridge play the MK Dons.

I have had some of my most unpleasant Posh-watching experiences at Cardiff and Swansea.