The Bitter Taste of Being Financially Prudent

Lewis Wilson's move to some team called "Shitehawk" has confirmed a few of things to me.  Firstly, it perhaps explains Wilson's thumping return to form last Saturday.  The opportunity to play for team no one has ever heard of before doesn't come along every day.

Also confirmed is our greatly reduced circumstances, where it is dangerous to have anyone play for us who puts in an even slightly above average performance as they can be snatched away by any of the thousands of teams which are now above us in the non-league pecking order, with the offer of a half season contract and a packet of pork scratchings. (see Nathan Fox and his snatch back by the plastic jocks).

These greatly reduced circumstances that mean that only one of our players is / was on more than a month's contract can be positive when it means that mouthy, Twitterphile, non-footballers like Dave Deeney can be jettisoned at a moment's notice.  It seems less of a good idea when we lose good players to clubs that may have a made-up name, but can actually pay them.

This is what happens when you try to stay within a playing budget you have set yourselves.  We all applaud such sentiment, but, boy, does it sting when it slaps you in the face.

That said, there's no need to lose sleep over Lewis's departure.  As has been seen with both him (joining us 3 times in under a year) and Henry's return, players seem to do the rounds at this level and can reappear at a moment's notice.  I'm still waiting for Joel Gyasi to roll up to Latimer Park soon, but can happily do without another Deeney stint!



"Pick that f*cker out!"  Lewis almost certainly doesn't say.