Cambridge needs a club to reflect its present and future, to be a reflection, not of the working class, struggle, no money, failure, but of innovation, progress, newness, stratospheric, god like success.

Like the future Cambridge.

The Abbey, and its contents, in a symbolic way, needs to be dynamited, today.

A new club, needs to be born, monied, intelligent, innovative, with a shirt symbol of microprocessors made of light , of endless energy from the sun, of living car engines, self cleaning, self regulating. Medicines to cure all ills.

Pathetic weak chants of " Amber army", need to be consigned to 1964. Along with Barry, and his demons. He has no money, he is the arthritis, the blocked pipes of the clubs rear end, the itch that cant be scratched.

Go, little one.

Make way for money, big money.

You are in the way.