A month on from the Valley of Death, the search for solace continues.
Even a tiny bit of solace. A quantum of solace, in fact.
(My physique has been compared to that of the current James Bond, I'll have you know. Admittedly, the comparison took the form of 'You're no Daniel Craig, are you?')
But the crumbs of comfort on offer are, well, pretty crummy.
We won't have to endure trips to Portman Road or Selhurst Park in the league …