A day is truly a lifetime in football as we can tell from the events of the last week.

On Tuesday morning the gaffer (or is it just Micky now?) put the lads through a really tough, but high quality training session and then gave us a day off as reward.

Twenty four hours later while halfway up a ladder painting the dining room ceiling (interesting lives us footballers lead). I received a phone call from Andy Naylor telling me the gaffer had joined Leicester City.

Now this is not a new experience for me. Conservative estimates put the changes in management during my career at 18, so far. But it is still very disappointing for the club to lose the gaffer at such an exciting period.

You can't blame Micky. He has gone to work in the Premiership, something he hankered after. He is a very ambitious man and we all wish him well. As I often told him it is better to be a lucky manager than a good manager.

I suppose this is as good as time as any to reveal we called him Little Legs in the dressing room (amongst other things).

He popped into see us before training on Thursday morning and said his thank yous and farewells. From a personal point of view, I was sad to see him go.

I enjoyed playing under him again and am still indebted to him for taking a chance on me last summer when the word on the soccer grapevine was that I was finished.

He got his own back by running me into the ground in pre-season. He was just getting revenge for when I threw him fully clothed into the pool on Fulham's promotion holiday to Spain. I didn't realise at the time he couldn't swim! But enough of that sentimental claptrap.

Some of the other lads were much happier to see him go and a few of the Nerds (young computer whizz-kids) were very chirpy in training on Thursday morning.

Bob and Hinsh laid on a fun morning to get the lads bubbling again and it seemed to work. Not that there is ever a shortage of humour. Bobby Z was handed a property paper for the Leicester area and one of the lads posed as a journalist from the Leicester Mercury and phoned the Dutch SAS chef and told him that Micky wanted to take him to Leicester.

But the gaffer has gone now and we all have to move on. The chairman had a quick word with us on Thursday and told us to carry on the good work.

Brighton is a "club with balls and now we're going to prove it" he told us in a speech that Martin Luther King would have been proud of.

Dick has a great vision for Brighton's future and is determined to move the club into the superb new stadium as soon as possible "although you'll be too old to play in it, Simon!" Cheers Dick!

So the time has come for everybody (management, staff, players, supporters) to pull together and keep the club moving onwards and upwards.

We had a small blip last Friday when Brentford won at Withdean. That match was mirrored the next day when England played Greece. The home side were expected to win but played very poorly.

Then a couple of substitutions lifted the home side back into the game before they threw it away again. Unfortunately we didn't have David 'Golden Balls' Beckham to save us in the last minute. I watched the England match as a frustrated supporter and my agonised shouts at the screen must have mirrored those of the anguished Brighton fans the previous evening.

"You useless bunch of idiots", "push up", "how did he miss that?", "who is the old git at the back? he can't pass water".

As for Ashley Cole, I have a little advice for him that Dennis Rofe once passed to me "On your feet you're hard to beat, on your arse you're easy to pass."

It turned out all right for England in the end and it will turn out alright in the end for Brighton. The King is dead, long live the King.