Match day, morning coffee and a sense of.... Excitement? Nerves? Dodgy kebab? I don't know, I'm not used to whatever it is. Whilst the result is a million miles from being guaranteed (Hudds will be up for this), this is the first time in a while I've been proper excited for match. My cloak of misery has been shed, at least temporarily.
Important that we don't get too down if we don't win today as we're very much a work in progress still and as mentioned above they will be more than up for this.
If Saints lose today, our descent into the mire of poor form will be directly attributed to you emptying the dishwasher before the kettle boiled, and our win against Arsenal will stand for all time as the triumph of hope over a part-emptied dishwasher. Anyway, we will win - footballing masterclass from Mario, who will immediately be on Klopp's wish list for January.
Too much optimism around for my liking. This is not the sort of game where we should be taking the win for granted. If you’re not waking up full of fear on a morning like this, there’s something wrong.
I've woken full of fear, but that's because I've gotta go into town and do Christmas shopping jn a minute.
That should give you at least an hour to complete your Christmas shopping, and if this isn't long enough, there's always the 24-hour garage shops. Festive snow chains, anyone?
Might not be the best match for Vest to start anyway. Huddersfields attack is nothing, if it isn't fast. Breaking on us is the one certainty from today. Hope we've done our homework.
