‘Positive recruitment leads to positive policing’. I was sat in a hot as hell office in New Scotland Yard as PC Tony De Souza and I knocked out a press release. That phrase meant nothing to me but after I’d grudgingly agreed it could be the intro and our “jackets” were off, Tony and I decamped to The Feathers to discuss it further over a pint. Or two.
Tony explained that while the Met had loads of applicants who were basically after the job security and the money, a real quality candidate who could do The Job with all their heart and soul was like gold dust. This was the early 1980s when it was so easy for absolutely anybody to find work.
Tony insisted that you had to get through the carbon to find the diamond. He was from Croydon just like Katie Price, but I will not hold that against him.
Well, Stuart Webber, I guess that’s where we are right now.
Another Trybull, another Zimmermann? A loan like Angus Gunn or Harry Reed? Bring them on.
The trouble is though there will be so many folks out there with high expectations of who we will buy with the alleged £34million we have received from the sales of Messrs Watkins, Murphy and Maddison. Please understand folks, it ain’t gonna happen.
We need one or two strikers, a right-back and maybe a keeper (although if Matthews starts and McGovern continues to bench I could put up with it). Anything offered over £4million for Nelson, I say sell him.
I have given up on offloading Naismith, Martin, Jarvis and Wildschut. Not going to happen unless Webber’s Tarot deck is different to mine. Who on this God’s earth would want any of them?
But what is vital in the next couple of weeks is that Webber – who will facilitate two or three bargain bucket buys – gets his selection right.
No more Franke’s please. Get it right or under this structure we’re stuffed for the foreseeable future. An extremely difficult task I know but it’s what our Board have employed you for and there is NO room for error.
In my working incarnation, I occasionally had to sit in on an interview panel if nobody more senior was available. Head of personnel, head of the relevant department and sometimes me. I said very little. After every candidate had departed Steve just asked me: “yes, no or maybe?”. Gut reaction – it’s all I was there for.
Well, I sincerely hope Stuart Webber’s instincts are better than mine. I only made one mistake in six or seven attempts, but it was a dreadful one that cost the Company £10k when that figure meant something. I don’t feel too bad because although I didn’t sniff out a wrong’un neither did the other two who were both directors.
And that’s where Webber is now. The ten grand I mentioned earlier is nothing compared to Webber’s ten million – if we’re really, really optimistic. It’s probably more like five million to be honest.
So, whoever you buy Stuart, please don’t make any mistakes. We can’t afford them.
I wouldn’t do your job for all the tea in Jarrolds. Or any other City centre outlet.
As for your choices, I wish you all the best.
But with the parlous state we are in it’s in the Lap of the Gods .