I’m looking forward to the day Oscar Pistorius gets out of jail. I’m hoping he will continue his career as a runner.

I genuinely hope he’s out in time to contemplate a return to the track.

Because if he does I can’t wait, I literally cannot wait, to hear the jeers.

Forget the fact no reputable athletics organisation will ever let him compete for them. In Oscar’s mind the bans won’t last. In Oscar’s mind he will think he can be a hero again.

I want to watch him stand in the midst of a stadium with the boos ringing around his ears, and for him to feel the revulsion and hate of the crowd he thrived on.
 That, I believe, will be the only punishment that gets through to Oscar Pistorius.

I’m not saying he shouldn’t be serving 15, or 20, or 25 years in jail.

But watching his reaction to the verdict on Wednesday, in which Judge Masipa dished out a paltry six year term, it was clear he was unperturbed, even perhaps relieved.

There was no wavering of that conceited demeanour.

Oscar still sees himself as the victim – not the woman he killed, his girlfriend, the person he was meant to protect.

Judge Masipa said he was “genuinely remorseful” (She should have gone to Specsavers) and dismissed it as not an incident of domestic violence.

Anyone with an ounce of sense in them intuitively understands that is exactly what happened to Reeva Steenkamp when she was gunned down cowering behind a toilet door.

I can’t help but see comparisons with OJ Simpson.

How pleased he was when he beat the charges that he’d murdered his ex-wife Nicole and her friend Ronald Goldman.

Again, there was that similar air of delusion that he could get away with it, and had.
How many violent men have told their partners they can get away with violence, even murder, because everyone ‘knows’ they are a good bloke?

Oscar may well have said the same to Reeva as he came after her in a blind rage. You can see it in his face. The arrogance, the self pity.

Again I was reminded of another killer – British murderer Ian Huntley, who having murdered two little girls and burnt their bodies, was defined by his simpering self-pity.

He too somehow felt victimised, he was the unlucky one – caught out. He craved sympathy.

Oscar does the same.

He’s a narcissistic personality disorder looking for a tragedy to instigate.

Oscar would have told himself, while unloading a clip through that door, everyone would treat him as the grieving boyfriend. That he would have their sympathy, their love. Deluded.

OJ Simpson found even though he’d won his trial he was shunned by many people and his career in sports commentary and acting was finished. It gradually, slowly, dawned that there was an impact on him, that despite what the law said people weren’t fooled by his act. The first doubts began to creep into that almighty ego. He eventually drifted into crime and ended up where he belonged – in prison with plenty of years to reflect.

When Oscar Pistorius gets out of jail – way too early. When he walks down a public street a free man once more. And if he ever attempts to continue that career on the track, I hope to God the realisation he has pulled the wool over no one’s eyes, and that adulation has been replaced with detestation, hits him like a sledgehammer.