I have to say, I find some of the slobbering over Wenger to be over the top and

[Sir C]

I apologise and my intention was not to offend.

I actually thought you had gone.

I've got to sit here for another 23 minutes, then walk 100 yards to my fridge, remove a cold beer, and beging firing up the barbie, upon which I will grill the wrold's largest ribeye steak.

So it's all good. Except the image of rich's tongue probing my crack.