Pies, seats and administration (part2)

Well we've sorted out the pies and the cashflow demon has been fed, things are now looking a bit better down Millmoor way. Or are they?

Hot on the heels of the Pukkagate scandal comes the crisis of the Main Stand Nomads. You know the ones I mean, that silent set of Victor Meldrews that pay year in year out for the most expensive seats in the place but are now classed as asylum seekers within their own club.

All the Main Stand Meldrews got a nice glossy brochure proclaiming, "Buy your imaginary seat now, in an imaginary stand, all will be well". "You will have to slum it at the Railway End, but hey, sacrifices have to be made for the club to progress", "your club needs you" etc etc

So all the Meldrews buy the imaginary tickets for imaginary seats, and in some cases also buy imaginary bricks for the imaginary stand on the club's promise of "the Railway End isn't too bad, even though we've moved the pitch another 6 yards away from you"

All is well, optimism rises even amongst the Meldrews, until "Splat" here comes the custard pie, you Meldrews are now down Millmoor Lane. But hey, look at the funny side, you're paying more to sit in the rain than a Tivoli Ender pays to sit in the dry. You've got to laugh, and it's even funnier since we've got your cash as well. It's hilarious if you're a Victoria Meldrew because there's no ladies loo at that side of the ground either so you've got to transfer to the cheaper, but drier Tivoli to spend a penny.

So why this apparent quick change of mind?

The answer again is that old demon called cashflow. He's hungry again after his meal of Pukkagate cash and he wants more.

So our faithful accountant gets out the trusty abacus again and the answer is clear. We need as many away fans as we can get, particularly on the first game of the season. Obviously this can't be done, we've put the Meldrews down at the Railway End so only 300 away fans can be accommodated in beautiful downtown Millmoor.

So what does the club do to feed the demon cashflow? As Dad's Army Corporal Jones said, "don't panic", we've already got the Meldrews cash so we can break a promise and get as many away fans as possible down at the Railway End. We've also got a sacrificial lamb in the shape of Phil Henson; he's been blamed for cock-ups before so the fans will readily accept that it must be his fault again this time.

So the cashflow demon is fed, but how long before he's hungry again?

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