The old boys done us over in Europe this week! First it was Raúl, who we thought was safely out of the way after taking early retirement in a little German backwater. But it seems that Schalke Nul Vier (Goran tells me it means fearless in German) are in the Champions League this year, and up pops the old king to score yet another record goal in Europe to spoil it for Valencia. And then the next day Barcelona are up against Arsenal, and the man they couldn’t get last summer Cesc Fábregas helps his manager Arsene Wenger to a 2-1 win. Now there must be a funny line here as both the team and the manager start their names with Arse, and Barça fans are called Culés because they used to sit their culos (arses) on the grass at the side of the old pitch, but Goran and I have been thinking about it all day and there is nothing there. Any ideas please on a postcard…..
Funny to see as well that little Jack Wilshire was too scared to ask Xavi for his shirt, and had to get Cesc to ask him for it. We know what it’s like though – we remember once that we bumped in to Gary Lineker and the Barça team at the Barajas airport when they were coming back from a game against Real Madrid. Goran and I were taking a long time to decide which of us could go up to our hero to ask for an autograph, but my girlfriend said “you two are pathetic”, and stomped up to him. “Oi, are you Gary Lineker?” she said. The affable fellow looked a bit shocked but said that yes I am, so she said “well autograph this match ticket. It’s for those two weeds over there who aren’t brave enough to ask you themselves”. By this time we were only two centimetres tall with faces red like tomatoes out of embarrassment, and we were seriously thinking about digging a hole in the concrete floor with our bare hands. So Jack, we sympathise with you, but then we hadn’t just played 90 minutes against him having made a first start for our country a few days before!