Once midnight has past, and clubs have recruited players, the other players who wanted to leave are put into a lottery: All the players, clubs, fees (so the market value of each player) and wages (that each club are offering for each position) are written on pieces of paper and put into pots Then they're drawn at random. And hilarity ensues. You'd get: "Ooh...it's a big 'un to begin with!! It's Carlos Tevez!! And he'll be moving to...PAOK in Greece for...£5m on...£15k/wk!! Bet you guys over at Man City wish you'd sorted that one earlier!! Next up, he's your friend, he's my friend, but he's not a great footballer, it's...Titus Bramble!! He's off to...would you Adam n Eve it, it's Barcelona!! He's going to cost £45m, and he'll be on £200k/wk!! Sorry Carlos, looks like we got our wires crossed, but that's the fun of it all here on the last-chance-saloon!!" Imagine the tension. Imagine the fun!!!
Imagine the look on greedy little Carlos moaning Tevez's mug, I'd love to put that man out on a building site or a proper hardworking job for even one day to see him soil himself at having to do a bit of work, even better if it was lashing rain. The players are so spoiled and out of touch with reality it gets harder to relate to them and support them by year. You love your club but I can't say I have any strong feelings toward any of the players anymore as one week they will be kissing the badge, the next looking for move to somewhere else for selfish reasons...
