will not be at the game tomorrow because of a family situation. Leaving Waitrose about 12.30 when walking towards me is Jermaine Defoe. "Best of luck tomorrow" I say and the he sticks out his hand and we shake. Lifted my mood no end. Before you ask a pal has got my season card for the game.
Defoe pays someone 50k a year to do wash his skiddies but still has to gan to waitrose to buy his own sprouts and lynx smellies.