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Nov 27, 2003
The Echo want me to write 1,000 words on why I enjoyed my day at Wembley. I agreed to do it in advance, but it's going to be tough. I was so disappointed by yesterday and I think the reason for that was it confirmed to me a lot of things that have been in the back of my mind for a while but I didn't want to admit it to myself.

The thing is, I have a lurking feeling this club has no shame. Whether you agree or disagree with Sturrock's sacking, to do it two weeks before the cup final he got us to was ruthless to the point of cruel. Showed him absolutely no respect. Whether you rated him or not, this club was on its knees when he took over, after another fine manager had been completely shafted for a year and maybe more. People say there's no sentiment in football, and it seems they are right. Shame.

We allowed a player that stuck two fingers up at our club six months ago, to play a pivotal role in an unfamiliar position in one of the biggest games in our history, completely nullifying the considerable abilities of Tamika Mkandawire who spent most of the game yesterday trying to work out if he was coming or going. In playing Mohsni and certain others, we have overlooked some of the players that literally put their bodies on the line in order, putting back their recovery to get us to Wembley in the first place. Mark Phillips had 8 injections in his toe to get through the Orient game. Not even a minute at Wembley.

We don't pay our staff on time, our name is mud in the local business community, we treat people like absolute ****. That Rossi ice cream Bluesberry stuff. Look at Brian Wheeler's face. That man used to love this club. He's smiling but his eye's aren't.

The chairman, in sacking the manager, puts out a statement that, if a nine-year-old had put it out in his English book, a teacher would have written "See me" in the margin. He refused to let anyone change it. He is a property developer that does not develop property. What the **** was that shareholder rubbish all about? How much have the Shrimpers Trust loaned him over the years? He listens to the vocal minority and makes a knee-jerk decision to get rid of a manager on the back of three admittedly terrible home performances when we've had a queue outside the physio's room for three months. In replacing him, he brings in a man that's never managed at League Two level and with a far inferior CV. I hope to be proved wrong on Brown, but I'm concerned.

It's not one thing, it's not one game, it's not a couple of individual errors which all football fans at this level can forgive. It's the big picture. I'll be at Aldershot, I'll be at York and I'll probably be at the last home game of the season. But I've had a good job offer, working with football publishing, which could, if I wanted it to, take up a lot of my Saturdays next season. I'd never have even considered it a few years ago. But now, I'm not so sure.