Just when you thought your mood could get no lower...
I switched on MOTD on iPlayer this morning, out of habit not affection these days.
Even fast forwarding through the customary dross over earnest analysis, I still caught sight of that whinging scouser Danny M*****, the avatar of avatars, the prototype for all Venky stooges down the years. His eyes piercing through the screen with the effect of Medusa's.
As an added bonus to ruin Sunday yet further, what are we then treated to the sight of? Keith bloody Andrews getting a hug as the set piece coach of Bournemouth, for Christ's sake.
Imagine typing that sentence 15 years ago. unthinkable.
I should have done the vacuum cleaning instead shouldn't I?