I'm weighing up a couple of potential responses to this. Perhaps you might help me choose?:
(a) One team I'd played for during student days recruited a new and pretty good, by all accounts, goalkeeper. On meeting him, I thought he was something of a 'Bertie Big-B*ll*cks' but in the first game he played for us he kept us in it until half-time. He was, though, getting more and more angry with our collective display ad the half wore on.. we were bobbins, frankly. Comes the second half, our opponents finally score a few minutes in and Bertie B-B throws down his gloves, starts effing and reffing at us all and storms off shouting we were wasting his time, leaving us to put one of our defenders in goal and bring on our sub to make up the eleven with 40 minutes left. It was all so unfair for him what with all those better things he could have been doing while generously giving us his time! Just after all that we scored three in quick succession (I got the third!) and we took the points. Bertie B-B never played for us again. I think you get the moral of the story?!
Or, given Mr Sweeney's nationality,
(b) 'Bollix!'
For me, I think I prefer the rather more pithy summation offered by option 'b'.. What say you?!