Jack Gaughan is very fair and, as he covers the City patch for the Mail, does an excellent job in trying to stop one-way traffic.
Him and Martin Blackburn are proper journalists, not looking to make a name for themselves with snide hit pieces.
This shit-flinging is done from the safe confines of London desks, wankers who visit our stadium once a year and have no issue causing strife for supposed patch colleagues, whose job it is to maintain excellent relationships on a daily basis.
The public don't know the half of it, there are kids in morning meetings sending emails to editors telling them the stories they should be writing and gaining trending traction.
I still have to work in this cesspit but I'm not reliant on it to the extent I used to be, which is just as well, because there are days when I just want to banjo some of these cunts.