No Thanks – Drewe Broughton

I’m not going to write too much about Drewe; I understand he’s made revelations about his mental health during his spell with Lincoln and therefore I’ll refrain from hammering his stint with us too much, Suffice to say, by his own admission, his was utter crap every time he stepped out on the pitch for us.

He joined us after leaving Millmoor, and had a reputation that suggested he was a hard man who knew occasionally where the net was. He had scored against us before and had also turned out for Boston. A run of goals might have helped bolster his reputation with us, but they didn’t come.

He’d spent his career getting more bookings than goals every season and in a Lincoln shirt he didn’t change his ways. At least elsewhere he’d managed to score some goals because in an Imps shirt he only ever got booked, and even then, it wasn’t as much as before.

His total input into our survival was absolutely nothing at all. When we needed a goal, he wasn’t there. When we needed a target man to hold the ball up and flick it on, he wasn’t there. When we needed a hard-nut centre forward to put himself about, he wasn’t there.

By mid-season he wasn’t at Lincoln at all, he was out on loan scoring goals for Wimbledon in the league below us. By the time his goals had added to their promotion party he was back in our squad (not scoring) as we went down and Wimbledon replaced us.

I respect he’s discussed his spell honestly since leaving the club, but there is still little to thank the Millers for.