It’s as if Rovers threw meat into the crocodile pool and now  all the reptiles are feasting and fighting over the featering, old meat, twisting and turning, mixing mud fom the bottom of their putrid lake into the fluid they inhabit that could be loosely termed “water”. Even teams who are notoriously shy of doing deal are taking their bite or at least once the bigger animals have had their fill. We at Rovers enjoy “setting the cat amongst the pigeons” so to speak, and watching the chaos ensue. We calmly and assuredly are building a team for the future and anyone who has no future in our club is old meat to us and will be fed to the crocs.