A number of speakers followed, and nearly all of them were against the Directors. Some, with prodigious memories for every combination of players in every match that had ever been played, sought to prove by detailed instances that Councillor Barlow and his co-Directors had persistently and regularly muddled their work during thirteen industrious years. And they defended the insulted public by asserting that no public that respected itself would pay sixpence to watch the wretched football provided by Councillor Barlow. They shouted that the team wanted reconstituting, wanted new blood. "Yes," shouted Councillor Barlow in reply; "And how are you going to get new blood, with transfer fees as high as they are now? You can't get even an average good player for less than £200. Where's the money to come from? Anybody want to lend a thousand or so on second debentures?" He laughed sneeringly. No one showed a desire to invest in second debentures of the Bursley F.C. Ltd. Still, speakers kept harping on the necessity of new blood in the team, and then others, bolder, harped on the necessity of new blood on the board. "Shares on sale!" cried the Councillor. "Any buyers? Or," he added, "do you want something for nothing--as usual?" At length a gentleman rose at the back of the hall. "I don't pretend to be an expert on football," said he, "though I think it's a great game, but I should like to say a few words as to this question of new blood." The audience craned its neck. "Will Mr Councillor Machin kindly step up to the platform?" the Mayor suggested. And up Denry stepped. The thought in every mind was: "What's he going to do? What's he got up his sleeve--this time?" "Three cheers for Machin!" people chanted gaily. "Order!" said the Mayor. Denry faced the audience. He was now accustomed to audiences. He said: "If I'm not mistaken, one of the greatest modern footballers is a native of this town." And scores of voices yelled: "Ay! Callear! Callear! Greatest centre forward in England!" "Yes," said Denry. "Callear is the man I mean. Callear left the district, unfortunately for the district, at the age of nineteen for Liverpool. And it was not till after he left that his astounding abilities were perceived. It isn't too much to say that he made the fortune of Liverpool City. And I believe it is the fact that he scored more goals in three seasons than any other player has ever done in the League. Then, York County, which was in a tight place last year, bought him from Liverpool for a high price, and, as all the world knows, Callear had his leg broken in the first match he played for his new club. That just happened to be the ruin of the York Club, which is now quite suddenly in bankruptcy (which happily we are not), and which is disposing of its players. Gentlemen, I say that Callear ought to come back to his native town. He is fitter than ever he was, and his proper place is in his native town." Loud cheers.