
Milan Mandaric, a wonderful eccentric 87-year-old, young at heart and soul man, has sadly died this week.
Milan was a man I admired, liked hugely, worked for and with, and came across when our professional connection ended. He had a boyish and never-ending youthful outlook on football, and insatiable impatience for success and satisfaction... his love of being included in conversations about absolutely everything or anything, his love of winning, doing a deal, arguing a case, being valued and loved. He gave me an opportunity, when many wouldn't.
The 2008/09 season, when we were promoted as champions, back to the Championship, the fun we had, the friendships we made, the lasting football connections made and developed, is still without doubt my favourite season of my long career.
Goodbye, dear Milan...you were a singular force I couldn’t help loving, even when I didn't want to... but let me tell everyone, he taught me how to never be satisfied, to strive for better even when you think the ceiling was reached. He could always make me smile, even when I was furious with his unreasonable demands. I'm smiling now while writing this...
So long, Columbo xx

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