I was there in the seventies OSG days, and I can honestly say I loved every minute.
Yes we didn’t perform very well in terms of league positions and were deemed a Cinderella club, but the club had a grain of honesty running through it from top to bottom.
We always had a goal scoring striker up front and the odd quality player who went onto better things.
The ground from its name to the stands oozed character and was loved by the supporters. The few fans we had at the time were ardent and many still attend to this day.
Above all those characteristics spawned a fighting spirit and never say die attitude which galvanised everybody connected with the club.
Having a track record of not listening to fans and actually challenging us to buy the club if we didn’t like the way you were running it.
1) What made you listen to the supporters who demanded you sign a team full of young in-experienced players?
2) Would you care to name those so called supporters?
3) Failing to answer Q2 would you care to admit that your stock phrase is complete and utter cock and bull?
4) Do you understand that among the many insults during your tenure that trying to blame the supporters for this latest faux pas is probably the greatest of those insults.
5) Do you also understand that whilst some supporters are frightened for the future of their club without your wife’s money, a great many others are frightened for the future of their club with you in charge of the purse strings?
6) Are you aware that the negatives against you now far far out way any positives?
Neil Cox is a nice bloke and local, sadly this did not do anything to inspire me.
Neil is inexperienced as a manager and Ernest Pawn (a difficult character) has assembled a very young squad, with no experienced ‘old ed’ to offer help and advice on and off the field!
You pay big bucks to young lads who are spoon fed via academies from an early age, and think the word GRAFT is some skin taken from your backside and placed elsewhere on the body. You can’t even give them a rollicking because because mummy or daddy in the family 4 x 4 never did.
Only kids from council estates had parents who taught them the harsh realities of real life.
Sorry but the writing was on the wall, National League here we come.
