Happens at least once a year to us. As Wimbledon told us at the start, don't get too attached. Love at this level is wasted. Everything is transient save the shirt. I think it's just the fact it's happened twice already this year that stings. With more to come.
But fuck it. McManus has gone. Jerome has gone. Others may follow. As El Presidente, Comrade Walsh said, we won't be held hostage over wages. So at the start of next season, we'll have a team of men, strong in heart, and steely in vision. Young, gifted and red. And they'll take the field for our team, my team, and not for money, but for what we believe in. Until next post-season, at which point they'll fuck off to Scarborough or somewhere for an extra £120 a week. The cunts.