READING these 350 words should take you about two minutes. Which, judging by the last few days, should allow Town to try to sell a couple of players, be linked with one, and have another transfer deal fall apart.

It feels like each morning, as we scrape the impacted cornflakes from our molars, we hear of another club preying on our youthful assets. But that seems the way of football at the moment: everything happens at lightning speed. From the likes of Angel Di Maria to Town’s stream of loanees - one season at a club now seems to be enough.

Does such a turnover make it hard for fans to identify with the players? Of course it does. No sooner can we recognise their slanty barnet or rickets-formed gait from 30 yards, than they are off. Whose name do you get on your shirt when even the permanent signings are anything but?

While I agree on the whole with Lee Power’s recruitment model, this kind on unsentimental salesmanship doesn’t fit well with the ‘fan mentality’. Be it under the famously hard-headed Alex Ferguson or the ‘Moneyball’ model of Brentford, we all find it tough to see teams torn up.

Fans like the familiar. Cult players are a source of comfort. Few footballing heroes are really formed of pure talent, most are melded from flaws and persistence. It also goes some way to explaining why so many of us are obsessed with Nicky Ajose and Miles Storey – we actually know who they are.

Perhaps it is because of this missing human connection between fans and players we expect perfection.

We don’t know our teenage defender so we treat him like DefenderBot 2.0. If we’d had interviews to read and heard how few minutes he’d played in league football, we’d understand why he might make a mistakes. Instead we only see the shirt.

If you can remember that next time one of our fledglings decides to punch a corner away, you are a better person than me.

Anyway, your two minutes are up. Back to looking for the next new familiar face on the sports pages.