That's all well and good, but it doesn't help us having to watch that pile of unadulterated hogsh*t we laughably refer to as 'football', does it? However tough poor Unai's gig is, it's not as hard as watching the new Gervinho fall over his shoelaces like some sort of evil children's entertainer.
I am becoming over-excited and distressed now. I'd best go for lunch.