Yesterday was the worst. I may as well have walked into the roughest pub I could find, provoked the biggest guy in there and had the bejesus kicked out of me. Then, while the paramedics carry my bloody and battered body away, all the girls I've ever fancied in my life form a queue and tell me what a stupid, ugly fool I am. And just when the worst seems to be over, as I sit uncomfortably in my hospital bed, an endless loop of Again and Again and Again by Wings plays on the radio, until I beg for death. Thank goodness we're playing them again in two weeks! Revenge of the fallen? I'd settle for a 5-0 defeat, but with a humiliating Lampard groin injury.