I arrived home on Thursday night after the Europa League game to FC Sheriff, suffering from a cold and exhausted but whilst I was giving the lowdown to my wife on the Spurs game I had just been to she asked, “How much have you drunk tonight?” I hadn’t touched a drop. I realised the reason for her question; I was euphoric – in the kind of delirium that, at least my wife says, only accompanies me when I have had a […]
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