JUST GIVE ME ANYTHING
I was in the local corner shop the other day. The man in front said "20 Silk Cut please", the girl behind the counter replied, "sorry we've none left". The bloke quickly answered "oh, no problem, just give me anything", and he walked out with his 20 fags. Not what he wanted but desperate enough to put up with anything.
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That little episode of South Yorkshire life set me to thinking about my little addiction, that addiction we all suffer from called Milleritis.
The main symptoms of Milleritis are a deep empty feeling and a craving for "give me anything, I don't care what it is"
That desire to take anything rather than put up with what we've got now is just what's happening with the Freeman buy-out of the club. We're all so fed up and sick to the back teeth with the performance of our dynamic Chairman and his lack-lustre Directors that we are now hoping beyond hope that he will sell the club to a man we know nothing about, or even to a set of mystery business men (who must be good because they wear suits)
Are we so desperately addicted like the fag-man in the shop that we will take anything rather than put up with more years of Booth & Lucock?
Personally my answer is, yes please, I'll risk it.
No, I don't know anything about Freeman or mystery Midlands Mafia Men or new stands or reserved seats on the Tivoli. What's important to me is to get some satisfaction from the cravings brought on by advanced Milleritis. I don't want any more years of my club being used as a tax break for an octogenarian scrap dealer assisted by a used car salesman.
I want ambition, I want change, and I want hope of a cure.
Just give me anything.....please !!!!!
Grist To The Mill