Now that Man U, City and Chelski have all succomed to lower division sides, I don't feel nearly as bad as I did. In fact, I SPRANG out of bed this morning, stepped on the dog and went arse over tit into the en-suite door. No, no, thank you, not badly hurt, just a bit bruised but enough to get me out of mowing the lawns.
Not sure Saint Steven Gerrard of Slippytown lifting the trophy on his 35th birthday on his last game for victimpool is any more appealing. The very thought makes me feel like puking.
Only just! Wouldn't it wonderful if.............. Anyway, Stevo, don't try to spoil my euphoria, it could happen.
