September ends and Barnet still find themselves in pole position for automatic promotion and the League title, much to everyone’s surprise. A mixed bag of results for The Bees who were previously unbeaten see them with two losses and two wins to round off September and October 1st.
After the poor contest against Dag & Red, Barnet put in a good all round performance to beat Accrington Stanley 2 – 0 thanks to goals form Sam Deering and Steve Kabba, back from the sidelines due to injury.
This win was short-lived due to the 3 – 1 drubbing they suffered at the hands of Crewe. After going 1 – 0 down and clawing back an equaliser before half-time Barnet appeared to be back in the game. Crewe had other ideas and had the momentum at the restart and scored two quick goals and contained Barnet for the rest of the match.
The next game saw Barnet away to the New York Stadium against Rotherham. After having a Mark Marshall header controversially chalked off, Rotherham snatched the win and held on with 10-men. Hales openly criticized the referees decisions and apparently had a point as the FA had no response.
Finally, Barnet hosted Torquay and after going 1 – 0 down came back to win the game 2 – 1 thanks to a Torquay own goal as Sam Deerings free-kick rebounded off of the unfortunate defenders back and past his own ‘keeper.
I hated the waiting room to the Chairmans office. It stunk of cheap aftershave, the old musky smell hung in the air and surprisingly his overly-attractive PA loved it, and him! That grin was imprinted in my mind, I could have slapped her but that surely would have seen me fired. Kleanthous obviously had a soft spot for her and any abuse to her, no matter how mild would see the guilty party sacked. She felt like Daddy’s Little Girl and abused this, making sure everyone knew she was untouchable and word among the staff is she tried getting one of the coaches sacked for winking at her.
“You can go through now…” She explained as she flung her long blonde locks over her shoulder, forcing a grin on her face.
“Cheers” I nodded and walked through the glass door with the Barnet crest embedded on it.
Kleanthous put down the receiver on his phone and spread out the papers, bad news…
“Congratulations Perry!” he said, excited “We’re still top of the table, despite the two losses”
I nodded in gratitude of his words.
“With the current performances of the club, we look set to at least make the play-offs” He carried on “In no time will more fans flock through the turnstiles of Underhill and we will make even more money, especially if we get promoted.”
His agenda was clear; Barnet F.C was his business, not his club. He cared as much about team performances and squad harmony as much as it generated profits. That’s when I noticed the arc in his eyebrows and his subsequent frown.
“Word from the fans spokespeople is that the fans don’t think the football we’re playing is exciting enough” He began to explain.
“The club is expected to be relegated by the end of the season and we’re currently top!” I interjected. “I couldn’t care how exciting the play is while we’re top of the table!”
“But that doesn’t matter” Kleanthous slammed his fists on the desk “We lost £96K this month! And if exciting football brings the fans back, that’s what I expect you to deliver!”
His face was red, I’d never seen Kleanthous this angry before, apparently he wanted a more lavish lifestyle than he currently has, villas abroad, supercars, expensive dinners. I was enraged, I was on course to do what no-one at Barnet had seen done and I faced resistance by my employer because of the money!
I shot up “I don’t care how much we lost this month” I screamed. “We’re in the top half of the table for the first time in seven years, after 11 games with 21 points out of 33. If you want more money, try investing some more in the club!”
With that I turned on my heel and left for the door, Kleanthous was gobsmacked. No-one had stood up to him like that before without getting the sack, but how could he sack the best manager to step foot through those doors.
“See you next month” his PA said sarcastically and winked, apparently impressed by my bravery.
“I look forward to it”…