just as I was contemplating a career as centre forward...

...our white goalie died, i.e. we managed to break one of the metal rods. Bummer. Recenly, we'd spent more time playing than working and I had developed a fierce shot with - surprisingly, as I'm right-handed - my left hand.

R.I.P.

We are currently trying to get Big Boss to let us order a world cup table but we haven't quite managed to pursuade him yet.