That sentence pretty much sums up this club, we sum up that overused lower league cliché of "they never do things the simple way, do they?" Everything that's happened since Thursday has materialised at an uneasily rapid pace and it's hard to take everything in - this time last week we were still owned by 'Munto Finance', whoeever they actually are/were. I doubt anyone will ever get to the bottom of the story when it comes to Notts' transformation from a side who seemed able to be as bad as they wanted to be without getting relegated to 'the richest side in the world' to, well, we're not entirely sure. It'd make an interesting Hollywood blockbuster, though.
Some things are starting to unravel though and everyone involved in the bizarre tale seems to inexplicably link back to one another in the most interesting of ways. Sir John Walker, for instance, someone who was appointed to the Notts board the other month to protect us from long-range missiles is also on the board of First London. The bank who wrote up that 'guarantee' that everyone now seems too scared to mention. It's like a circle of mystery that we simply don't have the time to look into properly. It'd probably make a good gangster film, though.
Of course, most of the media has been utterly unapologetic and patronising in it's coverage of our club. Even online people have been pointing the blame squarely at the fans and supporters' trust members who opted to hand ownership over to Munto. Places such as the usually excellent twohundredpercent.net have been pouring scorn on us and tut-tutting at the relinquishing of control by one of the pioneering supporters' trust. That this trust had veered hugely away from it's principles and from the kind of ethos it was supposed to represent, accumulating a huge tax debt thanks to mismanagement and some particularly ill-advised loan signings seems to have been roundly ignored.
That's one of the strangest things to come out of the whole mess. We're still in a far rosier position than we were at the end of last season. If you'd have told me after the truly humiliating 3-0 defeat at home to Dagenham at the tail end of last season that we'd be trying to cling onto Sven Goran Eriksson's services I would, well, not really have believed you. Hell, if you'd told me we'd have Ricky Ravenhill i'd have jumped at such a step up. If Trembling, a man who's position as hero or villain is still yet to be decided, sorts the mess out then we're in a better position than we have been for a long time. He could do with losing the ability to speak a lot but say absolutely nothing, though. The bizarre expenditures need to be sorted out, too. However much we're paying Sven such a high profile director of football remains vaguely ridiculous at this level and without huge investment it's unlikely he's going to remain, surely? I doubt we'll be spending another huge sum on some lights to grow the grass any time soon, either.
But we're a club again who at least seem competitive - if as charmingly inconsistent and chaotic as ever. It's not time to throw in the towel yet. Although NCM never, ever wants to hear the word 'project' again...