Cold porridge, a bloody nose and a HOT young mammy;

Everybody likes to rub a little salt in the wounds.
Out of the Champions League – gutted. But I guess there’s consolation in winning the Premiership title and the Carling Cup. In Steve’s words, we were a team that were lucky to get to the semi-finals. Whatever!

So the night ended – the morning begins, I get a bloody nose in the shower, in a rush eat my porridge cold and almost walk into a lamppost glaring at a HOT mammy dropping of her little sprog at a local prep school near me. I walk past the school every morning, money buys you a lot of things if it fails to bring you love. Then you should consol yourself with a range rover, a good education and nice pretty yellow and blue uniforms for your kids, a recent trip to Barbados, a spray on all over body tan, work at 11.00am and a football team to have fun with. (same story fellas – kinda getting boring, don’t you think?)