There's Only One Steve Kabba, Thankfully

So, the Steve Kabba deal (I use the word deal advisedly - in the same way being served a half-eaten hamburger and bottle of backwashed lemonade in a restaurant is a deal, it is not a good deal) is under inquiry.

Kabba's merits have been discussed to death elsewhere. Depending on who you talk to, he's either a lazy git with Toblerone-shaped feet and the careful touch of a loved-up rhinocerous, or else a misunderstood and misused dynamo of a goal-getter. Either way, he's probably not for us at the moment.

Could the expose have been instigated by a canny WFC employee eager to get Kabba sent back from whence he came? Of course not, don't be so stupid. But if it quickens his departure and gets Warnock's old boys in some bother - who's complaining? It could leave a Helguson, Earnshaw or Sharp-sized hole in our squad.

And, has already been suggested by at least one wag, could we sell him to a Championship side and insist that he does play against us?