Yep: going through one right now. Played a spot about six weeks back, and the chap says "we'll have to have you back", so I called and called, but there was never a good time...

...so, having decided that he hadn't really meant it, I gave up wasting time on him. Imagine my surprise when he phones up last Monday and says "okay, when in June July are we going to get you to play?" "Yes, please, but, ah, oh, I'm not near my diary right now, can I call you back?" "okay". So I call and call, and he's in the car, or he's busy, and I can tell, the few times I get through, that he doesn't want to talk.

What's all that about? I mean, I've been turned down by better (and worse) clubs than his: I'm a grown man, I can take a "no". I can't handle this messing about, though.