Andy Holt, the owner of Accrington Stanley, is sitting in his office, his voice shaking with anger and frustration. He says he feels like walking away from the club he has rebuilt because he is so sick of the drip, drip, drip of betrayal that has been visited upon him and Stanley as the greed of the elite drives England's small clubs inexorably towards the wall.
'It's like having the air crushed out of you by a boa constrictor,' he says. 'Every time you breathe in, they squeeze you a little bit tighter. All I want is to run a cracking little club that can exist without going into debt in League One, League Two or the National League.