Home again. Spent a couple of days up norf, within spitting distance of Old Trafford (tested and proved). Highlight, on the delayed journey back, was sitting within stalking distance of Kaya Scodelario. I'm practically twice her age. I disgust myself. But not as much as I disgust the o2 network and it's weak 3G connection. Following the football on Twitter whilst travelling on route from Manchester to London whilst salivating is hardly the best way to get my THFC fix.
So what have I missed during my bout of cold turkey?
Luka out for three games including the first leg of the monumental double-header against Meelan.
King delays op because he can't find his passport (you can't make this sh*t up).
Harry is still telling everyone stories about the almost/nearly signings in this past transfer window which saw us fail to resolve the ongoing forward conundrum saga.
Spurs win. Away. Gritty I'm told, not perfect and not vintage but some highlights including the performances of our fullbacks, Gallas, vdV and Jenas. Crouch scored. Defoe has forgotten how to.
And apparently if we beat Bolton on Saturday, we'll be one point better off than we were this stage last season. Not to shabby, even though some of us are struggling to stay afloat in a sea of negativity.
The arguments are aplenty and I'll formulate my take on all the deadline day mishaps when I've had nine hours worth of sleep.
Would appreciate some honest 'reports' of the game against Blackburn. Fill ya boots (i.e. the comments section).
DIY blog for this early early morning.