When I was 9 I came home from school one day and my mum said I couldn't go straight out because my Uncle Stu was coming round with a new bike each for me and my brother. I couldn't believe it. A new bike!
Anyways, when my Uncle Stu arrived. It turns out these 'new' bikes were ones he'd literally found in his neighbours skip. I remember him saying "I can't believe the neighbours were throwing these out, they're perfectly usable". They were total shit.
I feel this nicely sums up my feelings on the Potter / Cooper situation