Really, it's remarkably difficult to write anything about David Perpetuini, especially now that he's no longer a Watford player. Because it's all distorted by the views of a strongly opinionated, negative minority of fans. That is, those who actually met him.

For the sake of fairness, however, we're going to push that to one side. After all, none of us would particularly enjoy being publicly labelled as arrogant and generally gittish in a magazine, purely on the basis of what the editor's mates say. To a greater or lesser extent, BSaD is about football... and so it's football that we'll concentrate on.

In which case, it's worth pointing out that Perpetuini was perhaps the least interesting of the options on the left side of the Watford midfield during the last couple of seasons. Whether it was by the erratic aggression of Paul Robinson, the wonderful heroism of Tommy Mooney, the fall from grace of Peter Kennedy, or the curiously compelling Clint Easton saga, Perpetuini was rather over-shadowed.

This isn't necessarily a bad thing, of course. In fact, it indicates that he did little wrong in his first team appearances. While falling somewhere between the two stools of winger and full-back, he was nonetheless a constructive, positive player, and his presence on the left was only occasionally less than useful. Indeed, that solitary goal, against Southampton, was a thing of surging, thrilling brilliance.

Somehow, it just wasn't enough, though. Too nondescript, too anonymous. Even with a grand clear-out of left-sided players, leaving only Robinson of those mentioned above, David Perpetuini was deemed to be surplus to requirements. Looking at the apparently endless available options for creative, passing footballers in the midfield, that's not especially surprising.