Rip It Up & Start Again

The bizarre series of events associated with Guy’s departure to Burton, and what did and didn’t happen with his contract, confirms two things to me.

Firstly, it proves again that the one off-field position that needs an experienced hand at this level is that of Club Secretary. It serves no purpose going into who did or didn’t do what during the attempted contract changes. Mistakes can happen. Who can honestly say they have never made a foul up at work? An old timer I used to work with had the legend, “Those who never makes mistakes never do any work”, on the wall behind his desk, and the more you think about the words the more their truth becomes apparent.

I hope that when Imraan calms down from posting more inflammatory remarks on the Club website he will consider what is best for the Poppies going forward. As I suggested earlier, the position of Club Sectary is a vital one. An experienced Secretary may not quite be worth their weight in gold, but a good one of these outweighs a dozen moderate commercial managers and about a thousand non-executive directors.

In my own slight brush with working within a football club I worked under an excellent Secretary who basically ran the club from top to bottom, leaving the Manager to concentrate on doing what he did best. Given that the Club was the Cobblers and the Manager was Phil Chard, doing what he did best was invariably losing games and slithering to the bottom of the table! When the Administrators were appointed at the Cobblers they got rid of over a dozen players and several members of staff. The only area they didn’t dream of trying to save money was the position of Secretary. They had a good one, and knew enough about business to know that they should keep him.

Hopefully Imraan will consider the appointment of the next Club Secretary as a matter of great importance, and not merely entrust to a friend from Milton Keynes or an eager supporter. He wouldn’t have got as far in business without being able to learn from mistakes he’s made.

And the second thing this situation highlights? Players are mercenary bastards who only think about stuffing as much money into their pockets as they can get their hands on, right up until the seams on their pockets start to rip. Every one of them should be stoned the moment they as much as look to kiss the badge on their shirts.

But then, we all ready knew that didn’t we?

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