Anyone who has been injured will back me up when I say a week is a long time in football.

But with hard work, natural healing and a few other ingredients you can come back stronger than before.

While some of you may think I'm talking of my own mini crisis, I was referring more along the lines of the team's well-being, which I believe has been enhanced no end over the last seven days.

They say you learn more from a defeat than a victory and in my opinion this has been the case. Even though we fell short of Norwich's standards on Saturday, we weren't that far short.

We showed that we were a match for a team who where on the periphery of a championship.

Only a wee bit of quality and a little misfortune were our undoing and this, plus the previous two results, shows that if we continue to work together and keep believing we'll be more than OK.

Losing hurts this group of players more than anything but we are on a learning curve and we have come to realise that even though it is going to be difficult to compete with these big clubs we are more than capable of rising to the challenge.

This has been helped with our latest acquisition, Paul Kitson, who I think we all agree is an excellent signing.

Kit comes with an excellent pedigree and I'm sure he'll form an formidable partnership with the Golden Child.

Normally I'd officially welcome our new signing but he didn't want a formal introduction, so instead he welcomed himself by smashing me into touch in his very first training session.

Now we normally have a 'kick the nerd' competition every week with me and Bozzy getting all sorts but he'd only been here half an hour, he must be a quick learner. Nevertheless, on behalf of all the players I'd like to welcome him to the club.

Well I've managed to escape the clutches of Doctor Doolittle (Malcolm Stuart) and I'm back in contention for the Wimbledon game.

You cannot realise how good it is to be back and I'm sure my team-mates are delighted to see my smiling youthful face.

However, no sooner does one clock out and 'El Chico de Oro' clocks in with an identical injury as myself. Thankfully though (I can feel the whole of Sussex breath a sigh of relief) he should be back in two weeks.

Also back for the Wimbledon game should be Steve Melton, who has made a speedy recovery from his hamstring injury, if not from his depression.

It has been a busy week for our anonymous havoc raiser, with all sorts of secret attacks going on. My gear was struck with Will Packham in the frame after my verbal attack on him in last week's column and Michel's clobber got a right pillaging with his plastic Prada winklepickers taking the worst of it, with cake, cream and an unknown substance being used.

He was particularly miffed, as Little Dukey uses one as a sleeping bag.

Another one who got done was our Ginger Ninger who had his car covered with leaves, dirt and anything else hanging about.

Kez, however, has no revenge and has recruited his best friend Harty in his quest, so Argy and Bargy are on the warpath.

It has also come to my attention that our young striker Chris McPhee has an interesting hobby. He wiles away the hours by training frogs on the internet.

He picks their food, their training regime and he's even bought his prize frog a mobile phone. He is currently teaching him how to text message.

He's even gone as far as naming his green buddies with an old one called Dodge, a quick hairy one called Boz and he has a bald one called Melts. Needless to say a few of the lads have offered plenty of words of encouragement along the lines of "Get a Life".

I'd like to offer a belated congrats to Ray Wilkins' brother on passing his UEFA coaching badge. He's now so good with his whistle he could work for British Rail. Well, he dresses like a conductor so he was halfway there anyway.