“So, what we gonna do now?”. Then the drums come in with that fantastic tick-tock beat from Nicky Headon.
It was called Clampdown and on London Calling by The Clash. The next line was “Taking off his turban they said is this man a Jew?” Joe Strummer in full angst-driven flight and the musicians in the band (Headon and guitarist Mick Jones) doing their stuff. A brilliant track in every way. No political analysis from me, although I infinitely prefer the personality of Joe Strummer (RIP) to that of Jeremy Corbyn.
But let’s go back to the intro: What we gonna do now?
Sure, we lost 5-1 at Sheffield Wednesday. But we lost the jewel in the crown. Madders got crocked with what seems to be a nasty. You don’t leave a pitch in the way he did if you’ve broken a toenail. That guy has played 46 times for us, plus cup matches, further plus England Under-21s. What happened to him was cruel cruel cruel. He appeared indestructible. And almost, nearly was.
So, this occurrence puts our whole summer transfer window into doubt.
You see, Delia’s idea of a self-financing, self-sustaining football club has already potentially fallen flat on its butt cheeks. Our £20million quid is wearing a kneebrace and Daniel Farke says the prognosis is not good.
I am wishing the best for Madders as I hope all of our readers and writers are. But the powers that be have screwed up yet again. How can they be dumb enough to rely on the sale of a single individual to see them through a whole future season?
I once had a fairly decent MX5 a mate had agreed to buy. Two days before the deal was due to go through the clutch went. He did buy it in the end, but for a fair bit less than I was originally asking for.
Stuff like that happens. I wish the people at the head of football clubs would realise that.
I really hope James recovers well, fully and quickly – my wishes are for him on a personal level rather than wanting him to become a Delia cash cow. He’s too good for us. Perceived fact.
Another Clash song I loved (which ones didn’t I?) was called Complete Control. Hmm…
All the very best to Sir Alex Ferguson, wife Cathy and family. Without going into tedious detail, I was privileged to meet him on his adopted home turf of Cheshire while he was giving up (much of) his time for the Royal Schools for the Deaf charity in Cheadle Hulme.
An absolute gentleman and I’m very, very proud to have shaken hands and spoken with him.
You’ll beat this situation Alex. If anyone can you can.