Morning all, a very quick Saturday round-up for you, because I hurt. I went for a run on Thursday, which is all kinds of bad, but then followed that up with 5-a-side last night in blinding sun. Some small advice for men of a particular age: allow your decrepit body some time to recover from the first terrible thing you put it through before you try and do something fun. I have never been beaten to within an inch of life with iron bars and socks filled with golf balls in them, but – right now – I have a strong suspicion I know what it feels like. There isn't much going on to be honest. It feels like everyone is taking a beat after the end of the season, and next week, with the transfer...
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