I did a bit of gardening tonight when I got home from work.
There I was pulling up groundweed as I heard that worm in the shrubbery David Sullivan of Birmingham City blaming the players for all their problems, calling them a load of rubbish and even naming one of them, Franck Queudrue. Listening to the fans who rang in fed up as I upended the dandelions.
And for some odd reason the image of Martin Allen, the green fingered Maddog of 12 week Leicester fame, came into my head.
I wonder what he's been up to I thought.
Well I gather from my lover he was on Talk Sport the other day. Quite impressive too by all accounts. Knows his football apparently.
Maybe his impending radio appearence was the reason for him getting his hair done.
I'm sure it is pure coincidence that he has risen from the dead at just the time when clubs will be scanning the horizon for someone new to solve all their troubles within the first 10 games of next season.
And talking of rising from the dead, I gather there is currently no vacancy at Leicester City, who have a manager thank you very much.
Not "The Special One" admittedly. Just "The Precious One".
It'll do for now though.
