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Two Club Wanker


 

Judas Iscariot (former mate of Jesus).

Sol Campbell (Spurs and Arsenal).

Steve Bexfield (Offley and St Joseph's).

Luke Ronchi (Australia and New Zealand).

Not a list with which you really want to be associated when it comes to treachery and two-club wankers. 

In fairness Ronchi only swapped Australia for New Zealand out of shame when his dismissal at the hands of Bexfield came to light.

However, to the list of the treacherous and duplicitous we must now add who we thought was one of our own (even if we did technically lure him away from Harpenden).

The sight of Offley's OBP (Official Best Player) Ben Wiles kissing the Datchworth badge is a sad day for the club.

The last time I felt so betrayed by an act of cricketing treason was last summer when Ian Laidler and Wayne Cutts made intricate plans behind my back to go and see Judashire in the t20 quarterfinals.

Fortunately Judashire fucked it up and didn't qualify for the quarters so it was a happy ending - although possibly not for Laidler who'd put money on them.

Wiles' badge-kissing escapade proves there is no loyalty these days and puts him in the same league as former Offley cricketing whore Ali Shah, a man who had more clubs than Sam Allardyce and left an IOU at all of them.

Fortunately the benefit of the OBP being a TCW is that he still turns out for us on a Sunday.

Although without wishing to be a dick about things (no more than usual anyway), it's worth noting that Ben has scored 159 runs without being dismissed in three friendly matches this season, yet averages 9.00 in the league.

Love you really, buddy.



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