Good morning.
Rumour has it we’re playing football against a shower of odd looking mercenaries tomorrow afternoon. If was a beauty contest they’d win second prize and collect £10.
Bobby Manc and Arry have had a little bit of handbags which is nice. Arry essentially suggesting that a partially sighted octogenarian lolly pop lady could win the league with Manchester City’s money. A surreal conversation given that the manager of Colchester United probably says the same about us.
The team then. My guess is that Ledders is being defrosted by Levy & Co’s Cryogenic team as we speak. Here’s my XI:
Brad, A&E, King, Kaboul, Walker, Chicken Badge, PNB, Bale, Azza Blud, vdV and Defoe. Bench: Cudicini, Pav, Livermore and Dos Santos.
I’d give Defoe until half time and not a nano second longer. In the immortal words of Raymond Wilkins, you need to score goals in the Premier League.
