As the day bears down upon us, all I can manage to say is: “Jibber, jibber, jibber.”
It’s been a tough fortnight of niggling worrrrrrrrrrry.
If the lads play to their best – we should win. If they don’t – more ‘sick as a parrotitude!’
Repeat after me: Must not think of Boston. Must not think of Boston. Must not think of Boston!
