Following extensive therapy, team pit bull Booth appears to be regaining control of his marbles (although sadly not his testicles). Proudly boasting a personal best of 2 consecutive games without doing his uncanny impression of a rabid dog, he's a walking, talking, dribbling advertisement for the benefits of frontal lobe lobotomy.

On the face of it, this good news leaves the baby-blues in fine form to carry on their impressive form as shittest team at the top of the league. However, football - and mental illness - is rarely as simple as we'd like. It's a well-known truism that there must be at least one clinically insane member of any football team in order for it to function properly.

The "insanity vacuum" left by Gerry's departure left a hole that needed filling (so to speak) and Dave Booth's alter ego Mr Hyde stepped in when he was most needed. The benign senility of Gerry was replaced with a twitching, slavering Booth marauding his was through a killing spree that would leave a Southwold player shaking his head in disbelief. Since his treatment at the tender hands of Bobbles, however, the post of team mentalist is free once again.

To the trained eye it was obvious who was heading down that path and this became all too evident in the latter stages of the Digica vs Forum game on Sunday when Ali became firmly convinced that he was a roaming left-winger and not a centreback, and that the ball was roughly the same shape as Forum's no.9, leading to a hotly-contest penalty. Not to mention his continuing insistence that he's from Manchester.

Let's hope that as new team window-licker, Ali does less damage than his predecessor.