I know this is a problem page, and that my problem - as you will read - has been and gone already. But I'm hoping you can give me some advice about how to avoid letting the circumstance I find myself in at the moment befall me again in future.

A couple of weeks ago, I was called from the training field into my own office by the Chairman. He was waiting there with some news for me. I don't mind telling you that when I got this call my blood turned cold. Things haven't gone well for me this season. The fans expect glory, but all we've achieved is mid-table placing in the League and a chance to get into the FA Cup Final. I reckoned that the Chairman was calling me to my office to give me the sack.

I immediately lost my temper, Gaffer. I stormed up to the office, kicked the door in, and decked the Chairman before he had time to say a word. As the red mist faded from my eyes, I noticed a new jacuzzi installed in one corner of the office. It turned out that the Chairman was so pleased about us getting to the FA Cup semi-final, that he'd gone out and got me a new jacuzzi as a surprise present! He was also about to grant me with a new multi-million pound five-year contract.

All this went up in smoke the second my fist connected with his jaw. I was given the sack on the spot. Of course, none of the true details of the story were allowed to leak to the press.

What I'd like from you, Gaffer, is some advice about how to keep my temper under control in future. How can I stop this kind of thing happening again?

George G.

The thing about young Vitautis was that he didn't like back-cheek from his customers. All the players and coaching staff knew this, and kept on his good side. As I say, he was a big bloke, and well able to take care of himself. It didn't matter what slop he served up at lunchtimes in the canteen, we all accepted it without comment, and made the best of it.

The day came when we signed up a young Belizan striker name of Jaime Adler Ortega. Little, nippy player he was, scored 25 goals in the Belizan Third Division for his club El Pueblo Allstars before we signed him. Trouble was, nobody warned him about Vitautis on his first day. We had a good training session in the morning. Jaime was knocking in goals from all angles. We all worked up quite an appetite for lunch.

Now Jaime was a Central American - he was used to all types of colourful, spicy nosh. Never a dull moment at mealtimes in that part of the world. When he was served up Vitautis' specialty grey herring gruel, spiced with dried seaweed flakes, he broke out into this big long spiel in Spanish that none of us could follow. Vitautis got the gist of it from his tone of voice, though, and leaped over the counter to have a go at him. However, he slipped in a stray puddle of gruel, skidded across the lino, and crashed straight into our goalkeeper, a local called Benny Falkstjorg, breaking his leg in seven places. Ended his career, it did.

As bad luck would have it, our other two goalkeepers were out of action with food poisoning at the time, so we had to play an outfield player in goal for the last eight games of the season. As newcomer, the honour fell to young Jaime. The upshot of this was that we conceded 41 goals during those eight games and were relegated to Finnish Division 3.