I still have this uncomfortable feeling about Klipperty - nothing to do with football though. I believe he has some kind of mental disorder and there's more to this man than we'll probably ever know. I think if you scratch beneath that facade that he puts on in public you will find a man with some serious flaws in his psyche.
After a victory he stands there wearing his happy-go-lucky, 'everybody's best mate' persona, vigorously shaking hands with anybody and everybody, cheerfully slapping his players on the back and grinning like a demented hyena. But after a defeat he glares angrily at the reporter/reporters, trying to intimidate them, like one of those plastic 'hard-men' you get (Ronnie- "you fucking want some" -Pickering).
He has thinly-veiled digs at us (and one or two others, but mostly us), almost saying the word 'conspiracy' but skilfully avoiding it at the very last second for fear of recriminations...unlikely given he's a darling of the media and always good for a soundbite, like a modern day 'Twitcher' Redknapp.
Whatever it is that's eating away at him (beneath that boy-next-door image he likes to portray), it will erupt one day, somewhat spectacularly, and the world will see the REAL Klipperty - probably running a motel somewhere, stuffing birds, harbouring the long-dead corpse of his mother and waiting for Janet Leigh to run the shower.