Someone will report the club's offices abandoned.

The only things left will be outbound lorry tire marks, un-used empty cardboard boxes, the wind driven swinging open office doors and the usual detritus of a quickly emptied failed business space.

Soon, the club will be re-set up far to the south - in some posh suburb of London.

This has been in the cards for years. All one had to do is look – and it was not that hard to see.

Clearly, the effete wastrel scions of Cumbria, who comprise the London’s CUFC supporters branch, who while away their time living the highlife (mostly laying about) in London, living off what little fat there is to be had from the hard land of Cumbria – while the lesser folk, who remain behind and suffer small shortened lives of toil for them - have decided they need and deserve “their” football club closer to them. After all, they are the Cumbrians that really matter –“should it ever be any other way?”

Yes, all these years of decline have been part of “T