Well, it’s quite a nice day today. Not only is the sun out and about, and we’ve come second, but also my season ticket renewal has not gone up too much â€“ and has been pegged at the same price for the first season in the Grove – and Henry is back in the squad for tonight’s final home game of the season. What more could I want, apart from a vast increase in income, a villa in the Caribbean and (repeat to fade)â€¦.
It should be something of a carn-a-val then, tonight. I think we’ll see Campbell back in the starting line-up to give him some match practise, and Henry looks set to play a part even though it’s unclear whether his injury has 100% gone or not.
Yet more conflicting reports about how much we’re going to spend this summer. This week, the view from the top is that we’ll not be spending Â£20m on one player.
“I’m not necessarily a small money man, I’ve nothing against money,” said the boss, as his million pound salary sat idly in his bank account, “But you spend what you have – or you die”.
Easy ArsÃ¨ne, there’s no need for such fatalism.
On a wildly different note, for those of you who sit at the Clock End end of the East Lower (I hope that makes sense), peer up at the girders of the old East Stand, and you might just spot a cunning bit of graffiti, chalked onto one of the girders in between the top tier and the lower tier. “CAFC woz ere” it says. You’ve got to doff your cap, haven’t you? It’s in such a hard-to-reach place that I have a funny feeling the man who scrawled it is probably up there still, trapped (though happy).