Dear Wrath

I'm pissed. What sparkly comfort you've given me these last six or seven years. Have a wondrous day tomorrow, those that can be there. I can't be, but my small saving grace is that I'll soon be cooking a meal for one J Martin.

If he brings a tiny story from his brother, I'll be well chuffed. And a little bit speechless. We are, all of us, after all, Premier League.

Posted By: Grans_Canary, May 7, 01:50:50