I put losing to MANUre among the top five worst things that life can throw at yer. I'm coping alright at the moment. I have set myself the target of avoiding the GrannyShagginScouseGit's goal from the rest of my life. It will be hard, it will be difficult, the Rag whores in the media will probably stop the National Lottery Draw to get it in again, but I am havin' the remote handy. I don't expect the backroom staff to do the same, but I expect them to mount a cursory handshake at the end of the match and then fuck off double quick to the bus and home for a quiet beer. Get it sorted, Roberto.