I don't know whether to spout from my arse or my elbow. My guts are in turmoil and have unfortunately been in talks with my heart and my head which has done little to quell the situation. I foresee a VERY uncomfortable month ahead and I just hope we can hold out till the last day of the season with some sort of chance of survival still in existence (else I will be boarding that plane with very heavy heart). Tomorrow is going to be hell at the keyboard again with my arse going sixpence...ten pence...sixpence...ten pence. Squeaky is the best I can hope for.
My prediction is.......no, I just can't do it...I'd like to think I'm not a ladder avoider, but just in case I do not want to put a hex on events from afar.
COME ON ALTY