My storming season with AFC Wimbledon (promoted as League 2 Champions, FA Cup Semi-finalists having beaten Man U and West Ham along the way) meant I could move pretty much anywhere. I was about to go to Arsenal, then I thought "no, I'm not doing that" and signed for Brighton instead. Think I'll...
I've had to swear off this game til the weekend, I'm self-employed and wasting far too much time on it. I keep thinking I'll have a quick match and then finding several hours have passed. It's like a crack, heroin and Pringles sarnie.