Gilliver's Travels
Peripatetic
At 12.55 on Boxing Day, I knew for certain that Brighton and Hove Albion clearly possessed the finest young squad in the country, if not the entire known universe. No other club would be remotely capable of matching our team’s all-round ability, resilience and all for one attitude. It was clear that the Albion were en route to the promised land, certain to make the play-offs, if not automatic promotion. In fact, such was the team’s transparently obvious brilliance that there was every possibility we might be awarded a bye, and go straight into the Premiership next season.
By 3pm, it was clear we've all been living in a Fool’s Paradise. It’s obvious to anyone with a nose on their face that the Albion’s cheapskate management are trying to get away with fielding a load of hopelessly under equipped kids, weighed down by a few ageing, lower league journeymen long past their sell by date. The players all hate each other, and Wilkins has lost not only the dressing room, but the players’ lounge, the coach home, and, rumour has it, the Honey Club too.
The only way out is for the so-called "manager" to hand over the reins to someone better equipped to run a club like ours, possibly Jose Mourinho. And that fly by night "chairman" Dick Tight, who’s only ever been in it for the money, simply has to resign forthwith. It’s long been obvious Tight doesn't care two hoots about the club I love, and any five-year all child could see that his ridiculous Falmer Pipe Dream is never going to happen. Time for him to hand over now to Bill Gates, who's already been lined up by Andy Naylor.
In these circumstances, this pathetic excuse for a football club presents me with no other option. I shall be joining thousands of other loyal, long-suffering fans by boycotting Withdean forthwith, and going off to watch Charlton. And if you have any sense, so will you.
If however, the Albion managed to scrape a lucky win on Saturday, I might be prepared to see things differently...
By 3pm, it was clear we've all been living in a Fool’s Paradise. It’s obvious to anyone with a nose on their face that the Albion’s cheapskate management are trying to get away with fielding a load of hopelessly under equipped kids, weighed down by a few ageing, lower league journeymen long past their sell by date. The players all hate each other, and Wilkins has lost not only the dressing room, but the players’ lounge, the coach home, and, rumour has it, the Honey Club too.
The only way out is for the so-called "manager" to hand over the reins to someone better equipped to run a club like ours, possibly Jose Mourinho. And that fly by night "chairman" Dick Tight, who’s only ever been in it for the money, simply has to resign forthwith. It’s long been obvious Tight doesn't care two hoots about the club I love, and any five-year all child could see that his ridiculous Falmer Pipe Dream is never going to happen. Time for him to hand over now to Bill Gates, who's already been lined up by Andy Naylor.
In these circumstances, this pathetic excuse for a football club presents me with no other option. I shall be joining thousands of other loyal, long-suffering fans by boycotting Withdean forthwith, and going off to watch Charlton. And if you have any sense, so will you.
If however, the Albion managed to scrape a lucky win on Saturday, I might be prepared to see things differently...
