As long as we don't let the big-nosed Swede wind our players up we should be beat them fairly and squarely. Peg is a master of the dark arts, and the filthy vermin are incapable of playing a game without diving and cheating, so it's going to be a test of our mettle. We just have to ensure we play the correct way, our way, and not let the bastards get to us.
Of course, it's all stacked against us - especially since we got stitched up by the FA over the Kun/Winston Reid thing, and now we've got Clattenberg guaranteeing his name in block capitals on the back pages of every Sunday paper. But we've been up against this sort of thing before, and it won't be the last time, either. So fuck the rags, fuck the rag-loving media, fuck Twattenberg and his cronies, and fuck Tyler and Sky - we are the superior footballing side and tomorrow we'll prove it to the whole world.