was possible he wasn't quite sure. He opened his eyes to see himself lying down in a bed in a lighted room. There was a window to his left with a door opposite where he could see the heavy set man from before talking to a man in a white coat. His head felt like it was on fire and he moaned in pain as he attempted to remove himself from the bed. The professor turned at the sound and entered the room.

"It's best you don't move now. Those hits to your head gave you a concussion. Best that you rest now, those men won't come for you while I'm here."

The boy looked at the strange man; no one had ever treated him this kindly. At least, nothad been postponed due to the freezing weather. Blackpool's pitch is the only one in the Premier League without undersoil heating, and it was apparently bone-hard even despite the slight thawing we had on the morning of the game. The fixture should be rescheduled for midweek some time, but whether I'll be able to fly back to watch it is another question.

As consolation, here's a picture of the tangarine chocolate delight I received instead.

Incidentally, on our easyjet flight from Zurich to Manchester last Thursday, fellow passengers on the plane included former players Andy Cole, John Barnes and a rather glum-looking Alan Shearer. All three were on the way back home after England's World Cup bidding debacle.

Thursday, 2 December 2010

As a belated celebration at home last weekend, I cracked