I have long been a fan of Andrew Symonds explosive talents, and his often silky skills, on the cricket field. I have despaired of his every indescretion and in conversations have always rejoiced at the perseverance the ACB has had with a man who has so much to offer, but such obvious personal problems. But, unlike God, who 'abundantly pardons', I have run out of love and patience with Roy. His latest deliberate flouting of team rules on tour, and the serious drinking problem he has, and which he is either unable, or unwilling, to conquer, means that he is a resource we can no longer afford. I'm sad to see you self-destruct, Roy, and I wish there was some way of keeping you around, but the last chance has been extended, and it's time to give up the huge wage, and the international fame, and the display of your unique talents, and concentrate on getting control of your life before it ends up in the gutter. Farewell, and thank you for the many wonderful memories.