Stuff Happened…Then More Stuff Happened

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Greetings from flavour country. Planet earth has its collective eye hanging over South Africa and the only thing keeping me up at night is the thought of finding a decent highlights reel from our lots’ jolly on the South Coast yesterday. Balls to Sneijder and Villa- someone’s pierced the hermetic seal on Robbie Keane and we’re back open for business.

Four-nil. Pavlyuchenko with two. Rose with another. Letterbox-rouge tans all round. Bully. I went to a couple of these friendly affairs last year. While they give no clear pointers as to what we might be up to in the following months, they do serve as timely reminders who we’ve still got knocking about the place. Townsend, Obika, Livermore. All phantoms of the pre-season. Enough hullabaloo on a cloudless away day in Exeter- not so much as whiff once the campaign fires up for real. There’s a hope that this season we might get more acquainted. Ridiculous debut strikes against Arsenal are usually good ice-breakers.

The apparel is finally here, too. Well, at least it is in the mind’s eye of anyone privy to the black arts of Photoshop. Autonomy is the name. And it’ll be plastered on some retro-styled finery in a town near you. Have a look. Go on.

Right, I’m off to paint my face a nice tango orange and celebrate the last parp from a vuvuzela that I’ll be hearing until Daniel Levy starts selling them from the back of an unmarked white van on Tottenham Court Road.


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