“I don’t do anything by halves", said Sam Ricketts, the shiny new unexpected successor to Dean Keates back in May.
“I want to be as good as manager as I can be. We are here to get promotion. We have to be creative but we want immediate success.”
Well Samuel Derek Ricketts you have done things by halves haven’t you? Half a season to be precise. Well, not even that.
Half of your three year contract served? Not even that.
Half a chance? Yeah you’ve given us that. Thanks a lot…
You said “we are here to get promotion". Clearly what you really meant is “I am here to get a promotion”.
You said “we want immediate success". Clearly what you really meant is “I want immediate success for me and everyone else can go fuck themselves when the time comes”.
During that Meet The Manager event at a packed Centenary Club Ricketts went on with his slippery politician-esque lip service.
“I want players like me who want aspirations to get to the top.”
Oooh. There was the big giveaway. He’s ambitious and as a young manager we cannot question his thirst for wanting his managerial career to follow the same upward trajectory as his playing career. All in good time right?
But in the past 48 hours it has become abundantly and painfully clear that Ricketts is the sort of man who will stop at nothing in his relentless pursuit of ambition.
“I’ve lived my life pushing myself to be as good as I can", said the smarmy fiend.
That’s all well and good but I’m sure that mantra can be applied to loads of parents out there who strive daily to do right by, and be positive role models to their kids. Not all of them abandon their offspring when a bit of skirt flashes their eyelashes at them though.
That mantra can also be applied to workers across all sectors. The emergency services, as a prime example, strive to provide the best service they can to the public in the face of endless cuts. Some quit when they have very little choice, often with their mental wellbeing hanging by a thread.
Since it became obvious Ricketts’s head had been turned by a club he once publicly bad-mouthed early in his player career most Wrexham fans have, to their immense credit, tried to put themselves in his shoes for a brief moment.
But most of us possess a conscience, an unflinching desire to see something through when there are people, no matter how many their number, relying on each of us to deliver what we set out to do.
Yes we can all say ‘well, that’s football’ but it has become more and more clear in recent years that teams in the lower echelons of the football landscape are no longer immune to the perceived disloyal practices of players and managers jumping ship at the prospect of extra noughts on their payslips.
As much as Ricketts can bang on about being ambitious his imminent move down the A5 is hardly an enormous step up in terms of the set-up he will inherit.
Unless he thinks he is the next Eddie Howe I, like many Wrexham fans, wonder what his thought process was when the situation arose.
Even without him in the dugout nothing much has changed. Once again we played well but couldn’t score, albeit it wasn’t for the want of trying as Newport County’s goalie was in inspired form.
Anyway, the snake has been charmed. How will we reflect on the half (or not) chapter of Ricketts in the history of our wonderful club? Ill-fated? Ill-conceived? Perhaps, in hindsight it was ill-advised.
That said, I would implore you not to blame the WST board. They are good people trying to do the right thing. All are currently at Wrexham Maelor getting knives removed from their backs. They will be hurting. They will be furious. They will be looking to drawing up a shortlist for that elusive man who can not only do the job, but who wants to do the job and do it with dignity and respect. Back the board, not the fraud.
The furious reaction by us fans to the defection of Ricketts said a lot of his standing amongst the Wrexham faithful.
There was a firm belief he was the man to succeed where so many before him had failed.
We can just about understand and forgive Dean Keates for leaving to manage his boyhood club.
Ricketts oversaw a more ambitious style of play but the side, much like the mansnake himself is still a work in progress.
So, who do we turn to now? Who do you want for Christmas? John Askey? Mark Yates? Darren Ferguson? N E Other?
Whoever comes in will inherit a side capable of finally getting us back out of this division.
The disruption merely galvanised the players further as they turned in a dominant but luckless display against Newport.
We’re not rudderless. Shaun Pearson and Graham Barrow have seen to that.
So, let’s not waste any more hot air talking about a man who has already made our club an after thought.