Another good week for English club's competing in European competitions with all winning apart from the Arse. Even God's own football team got a good away win in France with Peter Crouch scoring the winner. All together now! HE'S BIG, HE'S RED, HIS FEET STICK OUT THE BED...! Anyway, back to the serious stuff of the Premiership, where on Sunday the magnificent red machine of the holy city of Liverpool go and play a bunch of ill-educated thicko's in the cauldron of bollocks that poses as a stadium for the inbred. Yes, at last we are playing the Mancs. With our away record this season we will more than likely lose, but in recent years we have got a half decent record there. Only snag is we sold super Danny Murphy 2 seasons ago and it always seemed to be him that scored our winners there.

My boss, bless him, is a Manc fan, and I am hoping to really wind him up next week. There is nothing better than a win against the scum to put me in a good working mood. Mind you if we lose, I'll never hear the end of it. But that's football!