BELIEVE me, I would like to tell you how Sir Alex Ferguson's son, Darren, shone in Wrexham's 2-2 draw with Hull on Saturday. As soon as they untie me I will. First, I have a duty to perform. The chairman and owner of this 132-year-old club has ordered me to sully his reputation.

You can't miss his name. Two hundred fans were still chanting it an hour after the game. Hamilton (usually followed by "out"). He says football doesn't interest him – an essential prerequisite these days. Taking his cue from Nero, Alex Hamilton has sewn his hands into his pockets while Wrexham face liquidation. Despite that handicap, he still picked up the phone.

"Are you listening, Francis?"

"I am. Fire away"

"This is Hamilton. Do a smear job on me. End of conversation."

Then he hung up. Nice chap. How could I let him down? As he spoke, electricity had just been restored to the Racecourse Ground after a 24-hour blackout.

Since Wrexham's bank account is frozen, a fellow director had to raid the petty cash for 5,000 smackers and courier them to Scottish Power's office. Smear job coming up, then. Hamilton is unashamedly using the club as a commodity.

Having bought the majority shareholding and cleared a £300,00 tax deficit, he planned to redevelop the Racecourse site at considerable personal gain while forcing Wrexham to groundshare with Chester or Oswestry. He hinted at the possibility of building a new stadium but few took him seriously. Once the Football Association of Wales and the Welsh Assembly objected to bulldozing the only sporting monument north of Cardiff, Hamilton lost interest in Wrexham FC altogether. Funny that.

How am I doing? Probably not as well as BBC Wales, the Wrexham Evening Leader or the fanzine Dismal Jimmy, all of which have been excommunicated. The chairman has issued a statement: "In view of the vitriolic attacks on him…Alex Hamilton's family have persuaded him not to commit a further loan of £200,000 towards meeting the Inland Revenue debt." (He regularly talks in the third person). Hamilton continues: "It may be impossible for the club to avoid administration and/or liquidation."

In truth, Wrexham have 16 days left to pay off a £880,000 Inland Revenue debt or they will be wound up. On Saturday we had the bizarre spectacle of Dave Bennett, a director said to be part of a rescue consortium, fielding tenners and fivers thrust into his hands by bewildered supporters. They carried banners saying "Achubwch y Cae Ras" (Save the Racecourse) and "Wrecsam 1872-2004. Killed by greed".

They're not dead yet. Denis Smith's team pulverised Hull for half an hour with Ferguson providing the midfield artistry his dad is lacking. Chris Llewellyn scored a powerful opener before Ferguson's dream left foot made it 2-0. Needless to say the chairman wasn't watching.

He made the mistake of mingling with the crowd during the first game of the season back in August and had to be rescued by his own stewards. A campaign of hatred has driven him back to the relative safety of his £2 million mansion in Altrincham. Unless he was tuned into Radio Wales, he wouldn't have known that Hull's second-half recovery earned them a point.

At least Jack Hamilton was there, receiving guests as though everything was normal. I sought out Alex's 22-year-old son for some rationale. How did he feel about the demonstrations? "It makes me sad. Without dad they wouldn't have a club. He's put loads of money into Wrexham. My inheritance. He had a plan but they wouldn't let him do it." And what about the tax bill? "He's not paying a penny more. Why should he?"

Thankfully, Wrexham Borough Council are negotiating to buy the stadium which was recently acquired by the club and immediately transferred to one of Hamilton's private companies for a quid. Do you remember when football was about footballers? Me neither.