Morning all. There's nothing like a week of sun, sand, sea and… (Stop it now) claret to recharge the batteries. Mind you, my week was nothing like that as Dorset is hardly the South of France is it, but it was lovely regardless. In any case, France would mean thinking about the French and in particular, Arsene Wenger and I didn't need that. Not watching his interviews or reading the same old words spoken by him for the millionth time has been an absolute pleasure. Thanks Wath for looking after the place whilst I overdosed on fish ‘n' chips…. I don't know about you guys but I feel like I'm just going through the motions these days, waiting for something new, no, someone...
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