Like everything in life, for there to be a winner there has to be loser and in the race for highly rated youngster James McCarthy, it seems we must tip our hat to Wigan and move on to the next target on our list (if there is one).

To be fair, it did always feel like a losing battle.
From the outset, various news sources seemed to think the Latics were in pole position to land McCarthy but I just wondered whether the Irish contingent might sway him further south and into an old gold jersey.
Oh well. Shows what I know.
You have to ask yourself though, are you really all that bothered? I know it sounds bitter to say this in the aftermatch, but when news was beginning to circulate that we were interested in the player, I wasn’t exactly jumping out of my seat. Sure, the guy seems to have bags of potential but in my opinion, we’ve already got plenty of that.
Plus I’m not sure McCarthy would have even forced his way into our starting eleven, which is perhaps why he opted for a move to Wigan where he is reported to have been given more assurances about first team opportunities.
I strongly believe at this moment in time there are better players we can bring in to help our cause. Time will tell how much we regret letting McCarthy slip through our grasp, but I’d be surprised if it proves to be a defining moment in our season.


Yep, you win some, you lose some. I’m just glad we did show a genuine interest in him – shows again that our scouting network has it’s finger on the pulse. Is he any better than our Zele and Kyle Bennet? Time will tell. Would have been nice, but we move on.
I just hope that future targets don’t involve that crooked, despicable agent Willie McKay, who again uses us to line his dirty pockets. Just like the Henri Camara saga and Modeste M’Bami target in 03, the bent little fat scumbag bands our name about to attract other clubs and make more money.
Funny that we always do our business quietly until McKay comes along – then it’s on Sky Sports News that we’re after McCarthy quicker than Usain Bolt on Denman. Twat.