SCFC – Goodbye To The Chancers

So as the 2015 Group make light work of putting a bid together and sorting out the future of OUR club, let’s wave goodbye to those time-wasters from the Melrose gang.

For a group of people that never controlled the club or the running of it, some of the stuff that has gone on here in the past 18 months beggars belief.

First of all, Melrose appointed a manager and back-room staff. A pretty important part of a football club, on the pitch anyway. This is akin to me or you picking any random person off the street and leaving him in control of the on-pitch matters. Like picking a team to go up against the likes of Leeds United and Norwich City.

As it turned out, Gary Ablett has been fed as much of the lies as we have. He was basically bribed into the job, being promised a new stadium and funds for players that weren’t there.

Secondly, Melrose brought back three players who Jim Gannon had seen fit to let go in Luca Havern, Adam Griffin and David Poole. These are bog-standard footballers, let’s be honest. Havern is a youngster and has potential, but the other two are players who were let go by the bottom club in the Football League pyramid. Again, similar to me or you picking two or three random people off the street and giving them a County shirt and saying ‘go on, go and keep us up.’

He donned a training top with his initials JM printed on it. Doing interviews with County’s official website and again, promising a new stadium in three years and success on the pitch.

Of course, once again, this is basically no different to me or you getting ourselves a training top with printed initials, and going asking fans of the club to go out and buy a season ticket because of the big fancy new stadium we’ll be building for them.

This is a man who never once had any control of the club. Yet he was allowed to appoint managers, sign players and turn up to the training ground walking around in club-gear.

Think Manchester United/Michael Knighton. Knighton going doing kick-ups on the pitch in a United kit while promising the buy the club, and then sailing off into the sunset empty-handed and never to be heard of again.

Think of that. But without the publicity and media furore. Without all the frenzy from fans demanding to know what gave him the right.

Because we’re only Stockport County. Little Stockport.