With apologies and grateful thanks to the mighty Bob Dylan, I have revised the lyrics of probably his greatest put-down song in honour of the people running Kent County Cricket Club.
You got a lotta nerve to say you run my Kent, now that we’re down you just stand there grinning
You got a lotta nerve to say the money’s been well spent, so why have we a team that’s just not winning?
You say you’re in control, you know it’s not like that, if you’re in control, why then don’t you show it?
You say you’ve got a plan but that’s not where it’s at, you have no plan at all and you know it
You say there is no rush to rebuild our ailing team, why then does our captain think we should do?
Do you take me for such a fool to think we have a side that will compete with other counties like we could do?
You see me on the ground, you always smirk and chat, you say “How are you”, “Good luck”, thanks for your letter
When you know as well as me you’d rather ignore what I say than agree that I can help to make thing better
No, I do not feel that good when I see the mistakes you embrace, along with those two men in crime you’re in with
And now you know that I’m dissatisfied with your performance and your place, can you please find us a team to win with?
I wish that for just one time you could stand inside my shoes, and just for that one moment I could be you
Yes, I wish that for just one time you could stand inside my shoes, all you’d see’s a suit, a grin and no clue.