Whichever club Twitcher goes to, you can bet your mortgage that financial catastrophe will follow him. It's uncanny the way they go together, it's like Joey Barton and trouble, Paul Gascoigne and hangovers, Kerry Katona and a load of irate bailiffs.
Spuds are the only team (so far) that he hasn't managed to almost bankrupt, but that's only because Levy watches the finances like a lioness watches her cubs - no sane person would try and come between them.
The way him and Mandaric stitched up Portsmouth was a disgrace, and both of them should have gone down for a long long time. But no, once again the Teflon Twitcher escapes the long arm of the law and is free to wreak havoc - this time at Birmingham.
I hope to fuck justice catches up with this chancer sooner rather than later.