Played this on the train to London today. (On the way back I read pop -sorry, rock – magazine The Word, which is annoyingly pompous and snobby, but has some good stuff between huge swathes of infuriating tosh.) I can’t quite remember what happened, but I know we didn’t do very well. Or maybe we did. I’ve completely forgotten. I could check, but after a day walking round London looking at Terracotta Chinese guys and plastic American/Japanese guys I really can’t be bothered to fetch the PSP to check.

So, anyway, I played. Stuff happened. One thing I do remember – one of my most important players has been bought by Crewe. I wouldn’t have sold him, but he had some sort of release clause in his contract. Very annoying indeed.