You know what, maybe I won’t bother with Gillingham today.

Kent’s a bit far after all – a long way from home. I’m sure the boss won’t mind.

If it’s good enough for Edgar Davids to pick and choose his football games, then what about the rest of us?

I’ve got a lot of time for the dreadlocked Dutchman after that story last season when he made the team bus pick up some stranded Barnet fans after their coach had broken down just outside Rochdale.

And I’m amazed that he is still with the Bees after their relegation to the Conference.

The thought of him strutting his stuff in designer leather coat and trademark dark glasses on the touchlines of Halifax, Barrow and Nuneaton seems surreal.

Sadly, it’s unlikely to happen. Because Davids doesn’t go to away games – at least, if he chooses not to.

So he swerved the recent trip to the Shay, opting instead to stay in London and work with the players left behind.

It sounds prima-donna behaviour in the extreme. But Barnet are fine with it.

Instead they have implemented a Dutch-style coaching team to take charge, with Davids designating his powers to two assistants when he wants. In other words, when Barnet are playing more than a couple of hours away.

Nice work if you can get it.

Davids apparently does not get paid by Barnet so they can hardly force him to do anything. But you wonder if the same lenient approach would have been accepted if the top man’s name had happened to be Fred Bloggs ... or Simon Parker.

I think we all know the answer there. Now where’s my SatNav...